Zines

I morgen tidlig drar jeg, en kopp med kaffe og resten av tegneserieskolen til bokmessen i Gøteborg. Bøker hver dag, fest hver kveld! Jeg har forberedt meg med visittkort, en kraftig forkjølelse og en bunke hjemmelagde fanziner, både egen og sammen med andre. Gleder meg til å drikke vin, selge zines og sikle på bøker og pene folk.

(Hvis noen som ikke kommer til bokmessa vil kjøpe en fanzine er det bare å si fra, så kan jeg sende den, altså :) )

Art Pepper om å spille inn Meets the Rhythm Section

They played every single night, all night. I hadn't touched my horn in six months. And being a musician is like being a professional basketball player. If you've been on the bench for six months you can't all of a sudden just go into the game and play, you know. It's almost impossible. And I realized that that's what I had to do, the impossible. No one else could have done it. At all. Unless it was someone as steeped in the genius role as I was. As I am. Was and am. And will be. And will always be. And have always been. Born, bred, and raised, nothing but a total genius! Ha! Ahahaha!

Art Pepper
Straight Life