Check out the sweaters on sale at Macy’s—-the ’90s are in. The entire winter wardrobe at most department stores looks like an unintentional tribute to Kurt Cobain lately. It’s time for flannel, Matador LPs, Reality Bites on VHS, and most importantly, smoking a joint while putting together a zine. Rad self-made chapbooks have been lost to Web comics and blogs, but screw Kindles and iPads, you’re bringing DIY print media back. Here are a few classic indie rock jams to get you through the tedium of photocopying.
Everyone ripped off The Fall. You know this because your favorite indie record store clerk explained it to you back when Pavement was around the first time. Screw that Malkmus guy, listen to Mark E. Smith talk about drugs in “Mr. Pharmacist.”
You thought about naming your zine “Gold Star For Robot Boy,” but you went with “Kicker of Elves” instead. Well, pump up “Game of Pricks” and let Guided By Voices continue to inspire your personal rants and sardonic doodles.
Local rockers Greenland may not have been putting out records in the ’90s, but their tunes evoke the same “I don’t give a shit” vibe. The messy but golden pop sensibilities in “We Are Clipper Ships” should keep your pen moving and your ideas fresh. Be sure and hand them a copy of your self-published poetry this Friday when they open for Olivia Mancini and Birdlips at the Black Cat.