It’s fair to say what started as a simple art zine swirled out of control, that being said it was pure joy.

Stay Gold Platform People, Stay Gold

The biker dude in every 1970’s D grade film.

I’m forcing myself to just making things with no real end goal other than “it’s done” simply getting lost in the process.

The American Scumbags Collection first drop is just around the corner!

Three cords of magic

I’m skipping DST. I’m riding with the sun and hiding under the sheets at sun set.

The first wave of Scumbags are just a few weeks away for dropping.

Words escape me this morning. Making marks in the spare moments

Friday night record party is winding down with the Specials “Ghost Town” on repeat. Perfect song for an imperfect week

Good evening Platform People, work has commenced on a new mini zine like object and a sneak peak seemed only fitting. Hopping to have this wrapped up and off to a printer in a few weeks. Stay tuned, stay safe, stay up late.

It wasn’t intentional but a punk inspired Frankenstein monsters manifested itself a little early for the Halloween season.

Like Haley’s Comet, a Thin Lizzy song is a welcome visitor enjoyed for a brief period of time before slipping back into the darkness of an ever expanding Spotify playlist

Putting cardboard to good use

October 1st is National Goth Day of Angst. Mark your calendars, break out the black mascara and do it up right, Platform People. I’m just making shit up, it’s actually May 22nd but whatever. Play Sisters of Mercy, The Mission, and some proto goth while there’s still time.

Hey platform people, play it loud, play it over and over. Let’s meet up for grilled cheese and shopping mall donuts at sun down

That’s just me making noise.

A smattering of chicken scratch lines

Thinking about it, but have no idea if anyone buys fanzines anymore.

No weak pits

Feeling the tug of Charles Bukowski the last few days “If you’re losing your soul and you know it, then you’ve still got a soul left to lose”

Dig it Platform people. Let’s leaves the routines of living behind. Skip out on the rent, let the lawn go , the laundry will figure it out. The empty ice cube trays will say: they’ve just left for the day but the carpet knows better. Okay. You dig it l?

Sluggo, Sluggo, Sluggo never went to school.
Sluggo, Sluggo Sluggo he ain’t nobody fools.
Sluggo, Sluggo, Sluggo Nancy
treated him like a tool.
He packed a sake,
he ran away.
he cried some tears,
he ran away.
Sluggo, Sluggo, Sluggo

Boys may not cry but I know at least one adult who does. I’m going through some of my photography books and forgot how styling the first wave of UK punk was, all over the place. Truly a “Be what you want to be moment” before it was defined Sometimes things need to less polished, less perfect.

I should say one and only attempt

Busting broncos, bunkhouse fun the pope owns a dude ranch, everyone’s welcome it’s fun!

The pope owns a dude ranch everyone’s welcome expect that one!

And that one, and all the other ones.

The pope owns a dude ranch doesn’t seem like much fun.

My one attempt at writing a punk song

Thanks Farel

Remember no sticking just a little stabbing, toreador

Currently working on a write in petition demanding Toby Kieth’s I ❤️ this bar and grill remove broccoli from the menu.