I recently dug up my first "album" and created MP3s of it for the edification of the case officiers who handle surveillance of my activities (see below).

Inspired to annoy the critique class, I have inaugurated a new zine, Career Suicide, in which I shall endeavor to beat far-future anthropologists to the punch in evaluating my work, and make sweeping pronouncements of my own, intended to skew the record far in advance of the emergence of human beings who would actually care.

Presumptuous? You bet!

This is an old-fashioned cut and past job -- sixteen pages, including covers -- completed start-to-finish between Friday night and Sunday evening. Due to severely retarded storms, electricity has been out at my house since yesterday morning, when I originally intended to scan and post the zine in .pdf format. I will assume here that in the case of free reading material, the phrase "better late than never" shall apply.

Building on this foundational display of self-exhaulting academic posturing, future issues of Career Suicide will explore the later musical works in my canon.

Fuck a career. And fuck you, too.

Career Suicide #1

(.pdf format, approx. 6mb)

[ inri.retrovertigo.com/zines/C...e_01.pdf ]