Fall 2013 :: Issue 3

Come and Take It

Fighting to Stay Independent

sic al Mu t i g i D e Free Insid d a o l Down

T I E K A T D N A E COM
INDEPE Y A T S O NG T FIGHTI
The Revolution introduced me to art, and in turn, art introduced me to the Revolution. --Albert Einstein Cover Art by Joe Averagi. www.joeaveragi.com Layout and Art Director Brea Danger Editor-In-Chief Timothy Danger A special thanks to all of the artists that have shared their time and passions with us. You make this publication possible. Submit Your Creations ::
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Eyes, Ears, and Brains

WHAT WERE INTO

1.Saga (series) 2.East Of West (series) 3.Infinity (mini series) 4.Hawkeye (series) 5.All New X-men (series)

1. More Than You Can Chew Supreme Commander 2. The Worst Dan Webb and The Spiders 3. Please Delete Me Eiffel Tower 4. Hoop and Swan The Forgetters 5. Ready For Action Mexican Mustache 1. Punk Press Vincent Berniere 2. Left Of The Dial David Ensminger 3. I Dreamed I Was A Very Clean Tramp Richard Hell 4. The Strain Guillermo Del Toro 5. Ex-Heroes Peter Clines

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From the desk of OMBG

Hey there dear reader, welcome to the 3rd issue of our little zine. It is hard to believe that another six months have passed since our last issue. Putting out the zine always makes me stop and take stock of everything that has been going on. When we first started doing this, the idea was to keep moving forward and not stop. We had no idea what would be in the rearview mirror when we looked back. In six months we have: - Joined the Film Exchange and Victoria TX Independent Film Festival organization to promote independent filmmakers and dreamers. - Secured the OMBG show a spot on terrestrial radio along with our regular podcast routine. - Obtained a new studio with the help of generous like minded people. - Got hitched (I dont know if we can call Brea Bitter Girl anymore) - Participated in a documentary put out by the Antagonist movement titled Self Medicators - Released a book of poetry by Potato Mike - Helped launch a pop up gallery for Jake Ramirez. - Started a campaign to release an art book called Beneath Texas Where does all that leave us? On the upswing. The dangerous feeling of being unstoppable because we are lucky to do so much. So far OMBG has a track record of doing the things we said we are going to do, and while we intend to act on all our plans and projects, it leaves us with a bittersweet feeling of accomplishment mixed with a need to fill the now current void with an even bigger project. Everything is coming together, you can see the ad on the back of the zine, and we are working to build what we wanted from day one: a functioning living breathing music and art scene without the glass ceilings placed on it from non participants. Hope youre along for the ride. -- Timothy Danger

No Blues Song
dont dont cheat those blues song wanna be your fe u wanna be the wi on with all other gals

by Kim Pickens

the reason dont wanna be t go why things didn quite right reason dont wanna be eams for why your dr arent fulfilled i wanna be your love song

ason u wanna be the re smile wake up with a

ng ason for the so wanna be the re mmin u cant stop hu spiration wanna be the in for u to fly ap your the reason u cl ur feet hands/stomp yo blanket wanna be your when on a cold day rmed u need to be wa dont wanna be your blues song s (c) kim picken

Patrick Lezama

by Michael McClanahan
7 AM a sublime sadness stirs you from your slumber, and in those fleeting, fogged out, moments, youre barely able to maintain your grip on the ghost of a dream now wanting. its the last dream on your mind. the one dream that always stays on your mind. this dream is your gold standard, your grasp at a perfect ideal, at a model worthy of transcribing. its your very definition of bliss until you wake, and that dream begins to turn. it wraps around you and it rots. it seeps into you, into your blood, and it poisons your heart. the specifics of the dream fade, and emotions flood in to make up for the loss, leaving a residue to stain your day with the unshakable weight of naught. you forget that the dream happened, and as the day trudges on, everything seen and felt remains tinted by its grayed out lens. the luster that comes from life spent wisely is lost it might as well be forgotten. only a dull existence remains, one sparked into creation by a dream that can no longer be recalled. work seems meaningless, visits with family and friends, pointless. because within the wells of your dreaming, upon the moment of your waking, a bad seed was planted. your entire day plays out like this, and even though you cannot track the coordinates of the cause, youre still able to take solace in some familiarity, however brutal it may be. youve been down this road before. and you will be down it again. because you dare to dream the fools dream the one of obtaining perfections only found in dreams that sour upon waking.

Residue

an excerpt from

duster

a short story by CEE RAYMOND

For more by CEE and SONUVAGUN STUDIOS... www.buzz-ammo.com

Stupid Things That Happen To Me

A Tale of Tim Oi
I love bars. The American Revolution was started in one. My first show with a band was in one. I like the feeling you get when you walk into a place, put your foot on the rail and the bartender hands you a drink without asking. Problem is, playing in bars for so long, I have come to hate two songs with a passion. They are Hotel California and Margaritaville. These two abominations are on every jukebox in America, I think they come pre loaded when you buy one. Now you are probably thinking, those songs arent that bad and are actually pretty catchy but I submit that if you had to eat hot dogs everyday for the rest of your life you would be pretty sick of it, so to me Margaritaville is like a hotdog I have had to eat every night. One night, I am in my local hangout with my roommate at the time, Sam. I liked drinking with Sam. He was playing bass with me in The Blacklisted then, and he was a great wingman because we both liked totally different types of girls. Thats important because two girls walk up to the bar real close like, and instead of ordering a drink, the girl that isnt my type tries to talk to me. Hey dont you play in a band? she asks. Yes, I tell her. Worm Suicide right? she says like she is the smartest person in the world. Wrong, see ya, I tell her as I turn my back on her. I shrug at Sam, she was more his type anyway. Then there is a tap on my shoulder, its her cuter friend Sorry about her, she is stupid, we did catch your show though. It was really good. Well

thats more like it. So this girl and I, we start chatting casually. I have never seen her but our shows were pretty packed, we dont talk about music much but we talk about other things like Star Wars and how good of a singer I am. But the music thing is bugging me, because before I decide to invite her anywhere we go after the bar, I need to know her music taste. (I once kicked a girl out of my car for saying Motorhead was a dumb band). Then it hits me! The jukebox test. I am not above something so petty as a music taste test. A few weeks before this incident, the bar we were at just got an internet jukebox. At the time, this was a pretty new thing, and that meant, she could literally pick any song she wanted. So I hand her a five, tell her to pick something good, and order two more beers. She must be picking something good, I began to think. It was taking her forever. I sat on the stool, wondering the awesome stuff she must be searching for on the magic jukebox. Maybe some Ramones, or Nick Cave might be pushing it, but I would have been happy with even some Bosstones. I was already planning on not going home alone, maybe a little company for a change. She came back smiling like she just aced the SATs. What did you pick? I asked. I suddenly realized I was in for a lonely night. At that moment as she points to the ceiling where the sound of the speakers comes to life. And Margaritaville wafts through the bar. -Written by Timothy Danger. www.timothydanger.com

Angel Nikola

Music Video for Major Pop Star

WARNING: You must be made of plastic. Are you skinny? Are you shiny? Will you melt if you stand too close to a radiator? We only hire FAKE. We have zero interest in real. Real does not sell, baby doll. Please have white teeth. Please have no discernible scars, wrinkles, signs of age, gravity or intense psychic anguish. This is AMERICA, goddamn it. No one HURTS here. There is plenty of food but dont eat it. There is plenty of beer but dont drink it. Also. Dont fart. Also. Dont burp. Also. Dont curse. Do you thank God each day for life, liberty and pursuit of happiness? We want you in our show. Bend over. Heres your big reward.

by Misti Rainwater-Lites

by Misti Rainwater-Lites
Oh I know there is life and life will continue and I am a fragment and I am not here. ll from the angry sea. You could say I am a she ud on its way. You could say I am a clo k down low. You could say I am a bar on tongues ng Berries are bursti ng thrown bei are ls and bal with love g cin dan s eye are and there corner the und and there is a disco aro sync in ing rkl spa where lips are ons. ati ant inc ic mag ng gli and bodies are min on. ati equ I am not the whole ue. tin con not l I wil ain rem l wil ial ent ess But when I go something for a small time. tle song. I am leaving behind a lit Someone might want to sing it.

Little Song

The Promotion Monster

by Ethan H. Minsker
Does success depend on reaching people you dont know, people whom you are not bridged too? I think of fame as radiating circles. Innermost would be friends and family, next would be friends of friends or family, and outermost would be those who have no direct connection to you. The outermost circle is the hardest. How do you make that leap? Its like a rock far out in the middle of a river. You stand on the bank working out all the ways you might reach it. Run and jump? Wade out into the unknown, knowing only that you will get wet? Pole-vault and hope you make the landing? Reaching people who have no connection to you at all might be the most important audience you can build. Why? Friends and family may compliment your work, but I know I never truly trust their opinions. They are already biased towards me. But everyone else will either love it or hate based on nothing more than the work itself. They have to see your image seven times before they will notice, my mother said to me once. The more places my image appears, the more likely people will see it. I have been covering New York City and any city I travel to with my stickers. Sticker art is a touchy subject within the world of street artists. Because it costs more money to create than tagging, and is used by all the corporations to sell whatever crap they are pushing, it has little respect. There is a language on the streets of sticker art; gangs, bands, clothing lines, and individual artists are all represented. The cityscape can be defined by the stickers on lampposts. Walking from midtown to downtown you will notice a trickle building up to a tidal wave. If you dont clean the surfaces

continuously, we will come back and cover it. This is what we do. Someone goes first. It might be a kid from high school who tags on a shipping label and one-handed slaps it on the corner lamppost while scanning the street for cops, and then moves on as if he wasnt doing anything. The next guy comes along, sees the sticker and knows the spot is not being cleaned, so he adds his. Stickers, like moss, grow more on the side opposite the direction of traffic, so that any cops cruising by will have their vision blocked by the clean side of the mailbox, scaffolding or whatever the artists are affixing it too. You dont want to waste your time putting up stickers only to have it removed immediately. Maybe I need to embrace this monster and accept the fact that without this dark side I will have no chance of success. Money = more art. We formed the Antagonist Movement as an anti-art market community, but creating new art projects means we need to embrace capitalism. From the start we wanted our artists to be able to draw an income from their creative activities; we hoped that quality and talent could trump the politics and nepotism of the art world. Instead it may have made us unappealing to the galleries and dealers.But, when you have no money, and no backing, what else can you do but look for a way to side-step the system?
Ethan H. Minsker is the author of two books Rich Boy Cries For Momma and Barstool Prophets. Find his films and books at www.ethanminsker.com. Find more on the Antagonist Movement at www.antagovision.com.

Joe Averagi

Ryker Allen

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