“RIP IT UP is a collection of poetry and drawings about the one true royal son of Tupelo: how he lived, who he loved, how he died, and them Blue Moon Boys that walked by his side. (And how he got his teeth fixed).”
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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.
Here’s the scratchboard cover for my new all-King zine RIP IT UP. A clutch of poems about the Hillbilly Cat & drawings of Scotty, Bill, Sonny & Red.
Coming along slowly but surely—aimed for November but kept finding things I wanted to write about—like M-16s in garbage cans and Big Boy Crudup calling him Elvin Preston.
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There are still new Sandusky Reviews! And I am hawking them tonight at Fondren Unwrapped. Come by and high five.
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).
Back to stapling.