The best zine I've read this year. Vignettes about slowly figuring out life alongside boys: First zine, first tattoo, first out-of-town show, first basement punk show, carrying a teething baby in Helsinki, hopping in a tour van, and what it feels like to be a joyous rusted relic on the dance floor.
The last quarter of the zine is a series of vignettes in tribute to a friend who passed away. A truly beautiful celebration of one wild and fascinating life. When I got to the end, I sat in awe.
52 pages, quarter-size.categories: