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"First off, a number of readers have written asking when we're gonna get off our butts and post an archive section of past issues. Oh I get it. Like it's our fault you were screwing off and missed the first six editions of Smokebox! "

mr. grant's rant
i'm tired so get lost


In spite of my standard post-GBV concert state of catatonic waste, Smokebox Eight is finally upon us all. With it's nasty attitude and devil-may-care construction it holds within it's invisible digital covers a preposterous amount of thought provoking matter to ponder and digest. Part Two of John "Pointy" Pinamonti's astonishingly informative interview with sound restoration engineer Doug Pomeroy is as good a point to start as any. What do Jeff Beck, George Harrison, Woody Guthrie and the Beastie Boys all have in common? I'm not telling, but if you read it you'll find out for yourself.

And that Big Repulsive Character on this month's cover...who in the hell is that, anyway? Looks like a...hog of some sort. Check out Mark Covert's feature on the venerable publishers known as Rip Off Press and there main-man Gilbert Shelton for the answer to this and other important questions.

Kevin Sampsell and artist Ivan Brunetti serve up a black little slice of comedy in "Bodies," - a tale of hunger, murder and rebirth. Troy Dockin's longs for a world where he can wear a loin-cloth and beat his chest in peace. Just in time for opening day, Mike Morgan remembers the Spaceman -- a weed-huffing Red Sox hurler who was too hot for Major League Baseball to handle.

Oh yes, and there is music. Jeff Tweedy and Steve Earle's recent local performances are examined in "Hard Core Troubadours," and there is a wrap-up of sorts on the record release concerts at the end of March for the astonishingly enjoyable Colonel Jeffrey Pumpernickel (A Concept Album). The two-night affair hosted such indie stalwarts as Quasi, The Minus Five, Anne Magnuson & Dave Rick, as well as the aforementioned explosion of a performance by Guided By Voices.

Speaking of GBV, the new disc, Isolation Drills is reviewed here too. So quit screwing around and get crackin'.

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What, you're still here? Okay then, I guess I'll pull a marshmellow from my jello-mold of a brain and seize this opportunity to respond to a few questions curious folk have thrown my way in the past few months.

First off, a number of readers have written asking when we're gonna get off our butts and post an archive section of past issues. Oh I get it. Like it's our fault you were screwing off and missed the first six editions of Smokebox! But, since you all asked so nice, I guess you deserve to know the truth, which is that the plan at this point is to put up the Year One archives up in October 2001. One full year at a time. No fuss and no muss.

Second: Someone wanted to know how much we charge for banner ads.

Third: People want to know how to get published in Smokebox. It's simple really. Write an article in your word processor. E-mail it to us at fuel@smokebox.net. If it makes us laugh, think or holler obscenities there's a reasonable chance we will publish it. We are happy to publish (and do so every month) stories and essays from other small press publishers, digital or otherwise, and always credit and link to the original publication. If you're an artist who's interested in contributing either illustrations, photos or want to be considered for an exhibit (3 month show) in the Gallery Of Smoke, send a note to burnt@smokebox.net requesting further information. Also, submission guidelines are listed in the mail section every month.

Okay already. I don’t have the energy for this tonight. I've done everything I can already to get you to beat it. Be gone with you.

--mr.grant

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