putting mystic drunken scribbles into the hands of unsuspecting pigeons all over Chicago.
the EIN c O n vneinc
the sweetest little loft space you're not sposta kno about, if you ever get invited to one of their invitation-only shows, take it. last nite we ventured over somewhere like roscoe vill to check out the fabulous songstress rachele eve, who was dressed, like most everybody, as a skeleton. the bands ranged in quality and style, mostly on the indie to punk track, playing with a passion that led to melting skeletal faces and passed out drummers on the sidewalk in front of the bar next door, and the crowd was super chill, some in costume for this post day of the dead show, others sporting the classic nerd look, sweaters and hefty glasses, making the floor throb with their goofy white people dance moves. the show started at 7 and wound down around two, when everyone was kicked out except "vips". the after party consisted mainly of a cheesy 80s music dance party. good times.
The Immigrants' Address: "where are you from?" You can talk about your ancestry, your hometown, or your alien reptilian forebearers. send any art/words to: email@example.com
CoL LaB. round robins, exquisite corpses, murals; anything slapt together by more than one artist/writer/pornstar, preferably in its' original form, handed to one of us or scanned and e-mailed or snailed to elephantzine c/o Kiernan 2353 s whipple chgo il 60623 danke
The Notebook issue is a collection of pages from artists, poets, and drunks- fresh first drafts of stories, scribbles, letters, doodles, sketches and poetry. The goal of the artist is not to make a masterpiece but to be making art. The Notebook is a tribute to the work in progress as a masterpiece.