Let's do it...
It's been awhile.
I'm struggling to find words, my mind feels like it's stuck in a viscous fluid and thinking feels difficult. Why am I writing this? Why do I bother calling myself a writer when I barely write. Why do I daydream about being a comic artist but only tip toe around the edges of creating anything? I cant answer any of that for you here and now. I am only going to keep trying until I make this fucking thing work, or I grow too old to bother anymore. Some could argue I am already too old for this. But fuck it, right? I have to be true to myself.
The zines will start again very soon, I wont lay down a date yet as I don't want to promise shit that I can't deliver.
The zine has been retitled Hit the Pavement. I want them to be little glimpses into the world around me, my interests, my fears, the cracks in the concrete outside my front door so to speak.
I am on a search for myself and my voice and for something else that is out there, something I can't define, something that seems to be calling to me. I have called that "The New Taste" in the past and I will continue to do so now.
The New Taste is something that is out there on the edges of the world. It might be a people, it might be a place, it may be all or none of those things. This whole Razor Hill Comix thing is about self discovery, about finding myself through the creative process and hopefully bringing me one step closer to The New Taste.
If none of this makes sense to you, then join the club. It barely makes sense to me.
I have given up on the idea of polishing these blog entries. What you are reading is exactly what is being nailed down on the keys before me. In this world of A.I. and digital perfection I want to stay as raw and real as possible these days. I believe that is an aspect of The New Taste. Where this takes me, I have no fucking idea.
But if this tickles something in the back of your mind, then drop me a line somewhere on one of my socials. Reach out, lets work on something, lets search for this elusive beast together and see where we can ride it.
Anyway, I feel in my heart that this is the start of something. I have been here many times however. SO many false starts, so many dropped promises and self sabotage. Perhaps the chemicals in my brain are giving me false positivity, but I am going to vibe with it for now.
Please, stay tuned. Today I am getting back behind the wheel to start this filthy machine once again.
This has been BAG! or Bay Ander Dose, whoever I am today, and this has been another entry for the Gutter Gospel.
With love, from Razor Hill
I'll see ya REAL soon