This is #32 of Distort. Part one digging through #7-#13 and reprinting choice fragments of interviews/feature pieces. The best shit. Next issue is #14-#19.

I'd moved to Melbourne and like most people who move here, I had a bit of a chip on my shoulder from coming out of a shitty town where corruption was transparent in the local politics, it smelt like utter garbage most of the day and people were disgusting. In Melbourne transport ran on time, there were good record stores and a hardcore scene with good bands that played in venues with actual PA systems...

30 cm x 23 cm, 16 pages

This is #33 of Distort. Part two of a two part scavenging of the first few issues, this time digging through #14 - #19 and reprinting choice fragments of interviews/feature pieces. The best shit...#18. Fuck man. I deleted all the writing for this issue....and I also gave all the issues away. I didn't like this one at all, but I never considered I might want to reconsider that at some other stage of my life. Retard. If anyone has a spare of this, send it to me...

30 cm x 23 cm, 16 pages

The new issue. I had a typewriter that I loaned from a friend and intended to lay out this entire issue with it. I got one page in and realised these are the kinds of ambitions I should pursue when I have more time on my hands...but it's an ambition I intend to return to as soon as the dust settles over this Summer. Since I've started Distort, a few fanzines have come along with layouts that make me feel like I'm wasting my time...

PO Box 239 North Carlton VIC 3054

30 cm x 21 cm, 16 pages.

it was not easy. it was not fun. go and do it anyway.

...We come from a distant land where if people get run over they receive a standing ovation and the police forget to come. I heart that in other parts of the world "it's rude to stare". But old habbits die hard...Unfortunately for Jenny Lee her existence was chanced upon is. Around that time we weren't big time - just small time stalkers stalking their prey...

21 cm x 15 cm, 26 pages.

maracoson@hotmail.com

Welcome to Stitches In My Head 1#, a fanzine with a focus on punk rock (a general term) and those bands of today, but always with an influence from music and other things music related from the past. Nothing's changed since my old zine except the title; I'll let you figure out what the old one was. I'm four months into a six month holiday in the USA. I'd hit a head end with punk in Melbourne and had to get out...

28 cm x 22 cm, 22 pages.

stitchesinmyhead.blogspot.com, christina_musiclife@hotmail.com

I started to voraciously read Dolly and Girlfriend magazines when I was about twelve or thirteen. They cost about $3.50 and were sold at the servo on the corner near my mum's house. I felt guilty about reading them...

10 cm x 11 cm, 12 pages.

...NO REGRETS: Biggest stupido thing I did was putting off buying tickets to Eddy Current Suppression Ring, who performed this month, for ages because I was worrying about money (even though the ticket was a meagre $20) and then it sold out and I missed out. Also, having noone to go with to see Circle Pit, not that I should have let going alone stop me, and thus only attending one out of five of their Melbourne shows. Lastly and mostly, recording failure with Socio Poder.

30 cm x 21 cm, 28 pages

christina_musiclife@hotmail.com

It's Sunday morning and I'm sitting in my lounge room watching day time TV, piecing together bits of memory from the night before. I smell bad and am covered in bits of vomit. I can remember the start of the night, then vomiting in the gutter, seeing a band but not really remembering their set, just that I was staggering around the mosh being a douche...

27 cm x 21 cm, 14 pages.