After four years had passed since my “retirement” from publishing SUPERDOPE fanzine in 1994, I got the urge, as I so often do, to make a list. I had this idea of compiling a Top 100 45s list, with a written paragraph extolling the virtues of each of them; once I’d actually made the list, however, I realized that a Top 50 would allow me to truly focus on quality. Once I started writing, the alliterative “45 45s” idea sounded even better.
SUPERDOPE #8, which you can download here, was written almost 100% during my December 1997 break from my first year of graduate school in Seattle, at my then-fiancée, now-wife Rebecca’s place in San Francisco while she was away at work. A few thoughts on what would be the final issue of this magazine:
- There was some chagrin on my part even at the time that the list was so punk-centric, and so post-’77 dominated, but I tried to cover my tracks in the intro. This was what I listened to, and the forty-five 45s I was most excited to have in the home (or fantasized about acquiring for the home). I remember Eddie Flowers posted something on an early message board sorta taking me to task for my lack of breadth (“where are Augustus Pablo and James Brown??” etc.), and even now I tend to agree with him. Certainly in 2016 I’d be making a significantly different list, but I still love every record on here, and suspect that you might, too.
- More adventures in cut & paste: the first entry on Pere Ubu had a glued cut out of the words “Pere Ubu” underneath the photo. It fell off during printing, which is why there’s a blank space where the words “Pere Ubu” should be. I used something affiliated with the MRR crew called “Punks With Presses” to print this issue.
- If you examine the review near the back on Los Huevos, a Sacramento band I saw during that December 1997 break, you’ll see I take the “young lad” singer to task for his punk histrionics. Funny enough, that young lad is a year or two older than I am (but doesn’t look it, then or now), and happens to be, as I found out, Scott Soriano of the soon-to-be-created S-S Records. My good-natured “ribbing” and his acceptance of it started a correspondence and quote-unquote working relationship that continues to this day. He helpfully taught me how to use the nascent eBay within that year, so that I could start selling off all those amazing 45s I raved about in this issue (“death of vinyl”, right?).
After this issue came out, I retired from music writing for a few years before resurfacing with a blog in 2003 called Agony Shorthand, and eventually in 2013 with a print fanzine again called Dynamite Hemorrhage.
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