The seventh volume of the Sandusky Review is about the one true royal son of Tupelo: how he lived, who he loved, and how he died. (And how he got his teeth fixed).
Five poems and four illustrations featuring the Blue Moon Boys and the Memphis Mafia. Available at Sneaky Beans in Jackson, Miss. & by mail order from yours truly. 130 copies, and when they’re gone, they’re gone.
The sixth Sandusky Review is about being a rock and roll type person, what to do when Metallica sells you out, how it feels when you get fired by your own candy-ass lead singer, and how to deal with a broken heart.
“Little Mascara” is available post-paid for $5. The covers are hand-printed from linoleum block, and I will have a free pdf available soon. There’s 75 total. Drop me a line at email@example.com or 1807 Saint Mary Street, Jaxxon, Miss. 39202.
UPDATE: We are currently sold out but contemplating reprinting with a snazzy new blue cover.
For now, you can download the artifact in pdf form:
Hey look, I made this thing, there’s 75 of them, and is it great, O MAN DON’T YOU JUST KNOW IT.
I am going home to staple some more together—I’m done printing for the night, although I’ve only done about 25. I gave the first one to Roy & Jerri of Light + Glass Studio (don’t get jealous, though, because I stapled it all goofy). They made me move two kilns tonight. Srsly. That’s just how they roll—they just move kilns around all the time. It’s UNSANE. I had just been telling my Pop that Roy had called and no matter what he needed me to move, it couldn’t be worse than the kiln we moved that time. HA HA HA IT’S TWO KILNS (cough).
I’m putting together the latest Sandusky Review this week—”Little Mascara”—I know, it’s named after a Replacements song, how long am I going to plumb the eternal cassette depths of my college years for meaning and love, ain’t you got no new tricks in that bag, grandpa? O WE’RE GONNA DO THIS UNTIL WE’RE OUTTA JUICE, FOLX.
Anyway it’s been a great weekend with great friends and football and tofu sammiches and too much Diet Coke and maybe some 4-wheeler riding. And I’m trying to con Prof. & the Contessa into letting me crash at their place in a couple weekends which is going to be fun + legendary and smell like Fleur de Lis and we’re gonna watch a lot of football and maybe have a bonfire? I don’t know, it is literally on the bayou, things get crazy sometimes. It’s a good thing.
Everybody’s broke but we’re sweet and the weather is pretty and we have some great records and apple-cheeked babies and “How I Left the Ministry” and let’s be thankful for that. I’m already planning other artifacts and taking some new Polaroids with Silver Shade and okay yeah I drank too much Diet Coke and I’m really hyper right now but have a good night and see you l8rs, g8rz. xoxoxox