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Angry Thoreauan is a defunct zine from Los Angeles by way of Orange County, CA, that published approximately 25 issues betweeen 1990 and 2001.
Before Angry Thoreauan there was a former rag, reproduced via photo-static machines and fueled by confusion as well as cheap beer, titled Happy Thrasher. (HT was started in 1987 and was soon beaten into shape with such bruises as to require a name change after having suffered fourteen issues.)
AT and HT were published by the ever-vocal Rev. Randall Tin-Ear, a rather obnoxious fixture in the zine community throughout the 1990s. A large, well-produced zine what was nearly the size of Flipside and Maximum Rock 'N' Roll, Angry Thoreauan was in each edition brimming over with a plethora of entertaining rants, stories, interviews, punk rock and more. (Even the FBI and Secret Service enjoyed its dastardly attitude.)
For a such a large fanzine, it was, surprisingly, done almost exclusively by the publisher, a perpetually inebriated bastard whose personality was the glue that held it together through his stories, tales which included aspects of his struggles with drug and alcohol abuse, even as he wrote for as well as helped produce loads of Los Angeles-based publications that were broad in scope; from Flipside, to HitList, to Working World, to Discover Hollywood!, to Ben Is Dead, to the L.A. Cacophony Society, to books by the former Mike Davis student Michael Jacob Rochlin (URM Studio), to Transparency Records and more—need we mention the few years in New York after the late 2001 death of the drunken Rev's fiance?—the Rev's strange and prolific catalogue remains a paean to his over-bearing personality, a demeanour what extends to editing even this truncated description as if he were scrambling to appease some god-damned newspaper's ludicrous dreadline.
The remnants of Randall, bald, bespectacled and scotch-soaked as they are, nevertheless wish to extend gratitude to Dan 10Things (despite all the imbroglios over the years on alt.zines) for what he did and continues to do.