From Where Did The GAD! Zine Come? part I: Not About The GAD! Zine
I've made zines in one form or another with my friends since high school. Actually,
in the beginning, I had no clue there was a name for them. It started
when I thought to collect my poems and art, make photocopies, and
hand 'em out to other kids. I was shy, but somehow came up with the
idea of including the work of other students around me. I don't know
what compelled me to do it. I called it "A Collection" and
gave copies out to anyone who'd take them. We made a follow-up and I
also started making little poetry books. As time passed, a few of us
became interested in punk rock (and underground subcultures in
general). Living in Pell City, AL in the early 90's, it was difficult
to find anything music-related that wasn't country or gospel or bad
pop. Evangelist/bullshitter Billy Mayo had come to town earlier and
told everyone at churches AND schools that all rock 'n' roll was
Satanic. He sold a lot of t-shirts and cassettes. We, of course, were
undeterred. Being inquisitive angst-ridden trouble-makers, we
researched and found a couple of history-of-popular-music type books
in the school library. We were always so frustrated because they were
considered reference books and you weren't allowed to check those
out. The books featured chapters on punk rock (and/or New Wave), with
images of the classics "Punk" magazine and "Sniffin'
Glue" typically given a page to share.
"Punk" being a relatively more "legitimate"
magazine aside, these images were massively influential to our bored
teenage minds. Somebody had used our no-budget aesthetic to create
music papers...fifteen years before us and they did it way better!!
Soon, we'd lay our hands on "MAXIMUMROCKNROLL" and "Punk
Planet". While newsprint was a little out of our reach, the
influence was undeniable. Especially the reviews found within. Around
that time, my friend Ivan came across a book that had been donated to
a mission with part of the cover cut off. The book in question was
Mike Gunderloy's and Cari Goldberg Janice's "The World of Zines".
A now-out-of-print guide to zines and zine culture, it is a terrific
introduction for novices and an inspiring read for anyone. If ya ever
come across a copy, grab it up! Of course, most of the zines featured
are long gone, but it's still an entertaining and enlightening read.
At the same time
we were discovering punk, so too, unfortunately, was the principal of
our school. Known as the "cool" principal because he liked
the metalheads, Mr. Gilbert had, up to that point, been considered a
tough-but-fair-but-sometimes-fun-anyway administrator. He even let
the local rock band, Chew Toy, play at a school assembly. That
quickly changed when said metalheads began cropping their hair,
wearing dog chains around their necks, and writing on their clothes.
Along with a few teachers, he was even scared of Grunge music and
fashion! That led to crazy incidents like popular kids being sent to
the principal’s office for wearing untucked flannel shirts. It
sucked but it actually kinda bonded a lotta different social circles.
We were all constantly being fussed at but I guess things came to a
head with two incidents. One came the week of Homecoming. The school,
like many, celebrated with different days that students were
encouraged to dress up for a particular theme. On "Rock Star"
day, everyone dressed up as...you guessed it...rock stars. My younger
brother, Drew, who was an "A" student (and would later
feature on the cover of the first issue of "GAD!"), dressed
up as Johnny Rotten. I happened to be heading to the restroom the
same time Gilbert was ushering Drew in and forcing him to wash the
Halloween spray-on orange color out of his hair. I confronted the
principal and he calmly stated to me that Drew's hair was a
distraction. I calmly stated that the entire week was a distraction.
I spent the rest of that day fuming, surrounded by kids dressed as
members of KISS in full make-up and even seeing one being patted on
the shoulder by the principal. The other incident had more serious
consequences, but I'll wait and tell that tale another day. It
doesn't directly involve me and I'd hate to get any details wrong. At
any rate, Ivan and I were pissed at the things going on around us, so
we thought, "Why not make a zine about about how crappy things
are at the school along with some stuff about music?". Like I
had before, we went to anybody who wanted to write and let them do
it. We would censor any swearing so that if the school complained,
they wouldn't have that for leverage when trying to punish us. We
were big Ramones fans (still are), so we named the zine "Teenage
Lobotomy". The fact that I'd been picked-on by faculty for
having those two words on the back of my jacket was completely
coincidental. "TL" had comics and art and articles typed on
a rickety typewriter. Some folks used their real names. Others, like
the son of a teacher, used a pen name. "Teenage Lobotomy" was black and white photocopied, stapled together, with colored paper for the covers. It was fun and a lotta kids
thought it was cool. For me today, the issue walks the line between
cute and embarrassing, but I'm still proud of it. A few weeks later,
we graduated. At the end of the last day of class, Mr. Gilbert
stopped us just outside the school "So I hear you boys made a magazine." Ivan said "Yep", and we kept walking. I reckon he saw the cartoon Ivan had drawn of him. - Adam Harmless
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