January/February 2001
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Anti/Matters Magazine January/February 2001 |
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So yeah, about the January issue of A/M. There wasn’t one. There was a bunch of reasons for this, mostly personal, and I’m genuinely sorry. (I’ll make it up to you, baby, I promise. I’ll be good, I swear, I won’t do you wrong no more, really baby...) Although I have to say, it heartened me to hear about how many of you actually care about this damn rag. It was heartening to hear the snarky comments, the whining and kvetching, reading the pleading emails here in the offices every day, getting Jon Berger up off his lovely lonely haunches on the steps of the A/M Building here on East 12th Street every afternoon & giving him some soup, telling him the world hasn’t ended yet - it’s been sweet, really. Don’t get me wrong. The December issue was the largest A/M in terms of sheer content that had ever been produced. This issue is fairly large too, although there’s a couple of things I want to bring up. One, this is the first time that Jon Berger’s name (or that of Stephanie Biedermann or Gustav Plympton or Borge Haine or any of his other prolific and varied friends) has not appeared in the contributor’s section since, well, since Joe Bendik was in short pants. This is, I suspect, a one time thing, and it won’t happen again, unless the pieces he’s been writing for Shout and other, shinier, classier rags than this one drag his price range up so high that we can no longer afford to pay him his customary — hey, what do we pay him? Two, despite the fact that this issue is supposed to cover the last couple of months in the scene, I have only received two (yes, two) Scene Reports. Am I to take from this that there’s only been two noteworthy performances in the neighborhood in the last two months? It’s been said before, and I’ll say it again now: if you don’t write about the things that turn your crank about this scene, then there’s no reason for this magazine to exist. Now, that being said. Melissa Zajk (formerly from Fragile Male Ego) lends her talents to A/M for the first time this month, opening up the whole un-corporate art dialogue a little wider by reviewing an independent film each month. Peter Dizozza recounts a lovely conversation with Sylvia Mann, Jeff Lightning Lewis sends us another dispatch from his (possibly permanent) voyage to Austin, Don Becker and Patsy Grace provided cartoons on similar themes, and the everpresent and omnitalented Brer Brian expounds a bit on the sorry state of music these days. And I’ve written a thing or two myself. And Lach (who hasn’t been on the cover since, well, since he was in short pants) gets some love himself from Eric Rosenfield and Don Becker. So there you go. Let me be the very last to wish you a happy new year. Cheers. Tony Hightower, Editor (PS - Where have all the columnists gone? Major Matt Mason, Randi Russo, Tom Nishioka, Lauren Barrett Porter... Come back. All is forgiven. I have pie.) boat seat pedestal . Buy Mugen Power in USA . интернет магазин китайской косметики |
 Inside Antimatters this Month: Lach: An Appreciation Eric Rosenfield goes way back. A way, way back. Interview: Sylvia Mann Peter Dizozza's conversation becomes a three act play, with subplots and a stirring conclusion. Interview: Brer Brian Patsy Grace lets Brian rant about how pathetic the music world is, among many other things. Film Review: Tigerland Melissa Zajk tells us about indie movies we'd never see otherwise in this hopefully regular column. Big Fish, Small Pond A gatefold editorial statement in water by Patsy Grace. Penny-Anti A antihoot cartoon by Don Becker. CD Reviews This month: Randi Russo, Atoosa and the Balloon Heaven Compilation. Report from the Fort The Voyces, Jordan Corbin, Peter Missing, Peter Dizozza, a few others. |
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