In My Mailbox 1-23-09

Hola,

Hoboken is melting; it's 44 degrees out there, so all the ice and snow built up over the last few weeks of snow and cold are melting and flooding. Which means the whole damn city will be a death rink of ice later on tonight. I'll have to break out the mountain-climbing gear just to get around town.

Amidst the various and sundry things found in my PO Box this week, I got the following two interesting pubs:

- The Ken Chronicles #10 ($2/trade, Ken Bausert, 2140 Erma Drive, East Meadow, NY 11554-1120; passscribe@aol.com). Another issue of the pleasant little perzine Ken is putting out post-Passions. Always a nice find in the box.

- Rigor Mortis #1 ($3, Davida Gypsy Breier, PO Box 11064, Baltimore, MD 21212; www.leekinginc.com). THIS IS A ZINE ABOUT ZOMBIES it screams on the back cover, and about damn time. That's just a fucking great idea for a zine, you ask me. Plus, it's got an interview with Tom Savini – what's not to love?

- Maximumrocknroll (PO Box 460760, San Francisco, CA 94146-0760; www.maximumrocknroll.com) where we seem to be reviewed in just about every issue. Long live MMR.

I got other things, including the world's greatest letter from a prisoner (to be reprinted in TIS, natch). God, I love that PO Box.

L
J

In My Mailbox 1-9-09

Well, I'm drunk as a skunk. Went to dinner with my brother at a place well-known for its beer taps, then back home for a few snorts of whiskey before shuffling off. So I thought, what better time to post about things in my PO Box?

-- MAXIMUMROCKNROLL #308 ($4, PO Box 460760, San Francisco, CA 94146-0760; www.maximumrocknroll.com) As heath said in another post: Thank god for MMR. This issue contains a review of TIS that is best described as "mystified". I'm not very much of a punk, but I love MMR and hope it continues.

-- Tenebrous Thaumaturgy (trade, Andrew Conde, GCDC, 2120 East B Street, Torrington WY 82240). An interesting full-size photocopied zine. I first encountered the term "Thaumaturgy" years ago in the fantasy novel "Master of the Five Magics" by Lyndon Hardy. I still have a real soft spot for that book (and its sequels), so the title to this really grabbed me. Andrew's a prisoner, so if you've got extra copies of something lying around, send 'em to him, why not?

L
J