So your trusty editors have done it
again. I know, I know, many thought shaking like a mountain was going
to be one of those really great one-hit-wonders. You know, like
A-ha, Orchestral Maneuvers in the Dark or Timbuk 3. Ha! It seems your
editors are not so easily, uh, shaken.
While this issue offers another serving of literary joy and happiness
for you, our readers, it comes with a note of sadness as well. Our
friendly little antlered friend, who was, until recently, holding down
the archives page, is no more. Poof! Off to join other pookahs and
sprightly characters in the folds of someone else’s imagination. For It
seems we have the start of a real archive there now. So, if you missed
any of the wonder-stuff we featured in Summer 2007, seek the shook page.
Now for the really good news __ Fall 2007. We’ve got a take on the
Irish “poonk” rock scene in Brendan Harding’s “Browny Goldin,” and
several other fabulous flights of fancy.
In the poetry section you’ll discover “13 Ways of Looking at Cher,” and
the answer to the question of where aging deejays go in Fred Shaw’s
“Turntable Generation.”
For those of you looking for a bit of truth, some essay or screed about
what’s happening in the here and now, you’ll have to wait until
January. A challenge to you, fair readers and writers, if you have been
affected by music in a truly personal way, one which might prompt a bit
of autobiography, personal memoir, life writing, please don’t be shy.
We’re reading for the Winter issue now.
Your editors,
Chad
and Jeremy