GAD! Zine Issue 3

  In theory, this site was originally supposed to supplement the print version of the GAD! Zine and maybe even surpass it. With the immediacy of the INFORMATION SUPERHIGHWAY, how could it not? 

    I dunno, but it hasn't. 

    I still hope to one day offer crap-tons of content to this page, things that are just too of-the-moment to wait and put out in a physical zine a month or three late. IN THE FUTURE, maybe, kinda, this page will offer cool and interesting content on a regular basis. Perhaps DAILY?? We'll see. But in the meantime, I figure we can at least share the back issues of GAD! (and maybe some of our other zines) here. We also plan to make every issue available in PDF format, just not today.

    Below, you will find the second issue of GAD!, an Alabama-based underground zine. Every issue is a raw disaster made with lots of love. 

 GAD! 3 (or GAD! III) sees us really hitting our stride. We're more comfortable. Issue 2 proved that Issue 1 wasn't a fluke. Issue 3 proved that this is a legitimate forum for us. GAD! 3 is the first one that feels like a zine that I'd have to buy. And we gave it away for free! A GODDAMN VALUE! We have more interviews and reviews and art and comics and poetry and photos. We even have a cool review of Blondie and X by Michael Kilpatrick with killer photography by him and Karen Kilpatrick! Michael would soon after be asked to join X. How's that for some history in the making? We also have sooooo many cool interviews: Justify These Scars, director Chuck Hartsell, comic creator Drew Edwards, and John Schanley of Unsane Asylum Records. There was a time when GAD! 3 was our definitive issue. To some, it still is. By the way, check out how much ink we wasted. Some pages are almost totally black! That's because at the time we were printing the zines at Office Depot and the price was the same per page regardless of how much ink was used. We fuckin' went for it! It still hurt us a little though, because their photocopier kept running out of toner and slowing us down and the machine screwed up more, messing up pages. Nowadays, we have our own photocopier and I always dread reprinting this era! -Harmless




































































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