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what is the worst thing about chickfactor?
matthew le grand magistery: it isn't a weekly. lara nik-l-nip: not making it on to your crush's crush list. connie the pacific ocean/containe: it hasn't gotten me any dates. I thought it was a dating service. shawn belschwender: its fanzinishness. scott tall cedars: at the risk of offending the editress who I respect and value as a dear friend, the tone of the magazine is sometimes a bit too juvenile for my taste. I do enjoy the cheekyness of the zine, but the overuse of words like "cute," "swinging," and "swell" (used in an ironic sense) tends to wear on me at times. kitschy '50s jargon can be "nifty" but not a steady diet of it.
pam ex-cf: the thing that makes me most uncomfortable about it is you doing
record reviews of my records. I have no problem with being self-referential,
I mean if we weren't going to write reviews of our friends' bands, we
wouldn't have any reviews to write.
stephin merritt: its distribution.
gerard air traffic controllers: I think the single worst thing about
chickfactor would have to be--aside from the whole bias against men--the
elimination of last names. people are referred to as, you know, like, "joe
def leppard." I think thatšs dangerous because I think it gives some people
the feeling--some people look at that and they see it as this whole world of
bands, zine people, whatever, who are all pals and we're not a part of it.
rather than making it familiar to them or bring these people down to a human
level, they find therešs something kind of smug about that. and I think you
need to address that in some way.
gail cf: pam quitting. carrying boxes of them around. people hating me, especially pavement boy. people calling for ad rates at 2am. edna cf: handing my stuff into gail. worrying that she's going to think I'm a crappy writer. dan walt records: that pesky sideways layout. gilmore the yips: well, I've wished you'd write essays before about music, seems like you're in the eye of the hurricane but have a good mix of enthusiasm and cynicism so it'd be interesting reading. james dump/yo la tengo: not enough coverage of pop acts. chan cat power: that it's not in color. fontaine containe/versus: the cartoons. franklin bruno: ubiquity of lowercase, sad (though hardly surprising) fact that no one names me as a crush, dearth of informed deathmetal coverage. lydia cf: having to meet my writing deadlines for it, and the guilt associated with not doing it! david newgarden: not enough recipes.
rebecca spilt milk: it's not my zine; hence, I live an empty meaningless
sort of life--dreaming that I was the one who asked
dawn cf: not enough chickfactor merch. where are the stickers, postcards and
dolls?
claudia the magnetic fields: I suppose the purpose of this question is to
get feedback. I actually donšt find anything in particular wrong with
chickfactor. I adore it, especially the fonts, which whenever I see anywhere
else I think "oh, the chickfactor font." but, if I must stretch my critical
brain to the max, I have always found it irksome to replace musician's last
names with band names, making me claudia magnetic fields honeybunch the
future bible heroes, and stephin the magnetic fields the 6ths future bible
heroes the gothic archies. and I wonder how andrew feels being andrew eggs;
kind of a silly name. stuff like that seems sort of snotty and in-crowd to
me. on the other hand, it's certainly not particular to only chickfactor.
all indie rock mags seem to do it.
andrew tall cedars: its use of all lower-case lettering doesn't allow for
proper display type.
gene drag city: the difference between "fusion" and "fission." best thing:
the difference between the late late show host and guest (incommunicado).
saddest thing: the uniformed "no."
gerard matador: unfair treatment of saturnine--last review they got, the guy
didn't even talk about their music!!
candice k: there is nothing bad about chickfactor!
sue run on: worst thing about chickfactor is it isn't delivered to my door
on sunday mornings to be read with coffee and toast.
harry the pulsars: the stupid polls.
jeffrey honeybunch/velvet crush: that it comes out once every three years.
carrie stay free: too much crap about "chicks," "girls," "ladies," etc.
chickfactor doesn't do enough to appeal to women my age--more nudity!
mike caught in flux: the worst thing about chickfactor is the lowercase,
e.e. cummings-style prose. and the landscaped format of the pages.
paul beer frame: not enough lower-case letters.
elisabeth vincentelli: no fuzzy photos of the british royal family;
horrendous lack of industry gossip.
jason summershine: the fact that I didnšt see a copy for ages (I think I saw more when I lived in australia!) and canšt get it in seattle...
paul ashby: lessee....much more standoffish than, say...bunnyhop?
mike slumberland: that it's over.
nommi slumberland/kalx: I'm trying to figure out how to say it
diplomatically, but I guess the sort of nepotism, where certain bands are
getting reviewed...I kind of support that too, I mean, why not? if that's
part of your scene to support that. like pam interviewing the heartworms.
rebecca gates: it's too short. not enuff guys. (HA!)
isaac matador: sideways action makes my neck sore, makes it hard to read in bed, it's totally annoying.
robert tono-bungay: never getting asked to be on the cover.
tim harriet: insiderism, which is also the best thing about chickfactor. go
figure. also, that "rider" thing. it took me three issues to figure out what
a "rider" was.
dave the pulsars/ashtray boy: sideways covers.
ira robbins, famous rock critic: it doesn't come out often enough.
jeff kickstand: I was very disappointed when I recently picked up a copy of
your publication. the title chickfactor is totally misleading. when I opened
your publication I expected to find lots of pictures of naked chicks. not
only were they not naked but there was not even a bunch of anorexic, waifed
out, gen x fashion chicks in tight faded jeans with belly buttons and those
tight little boo boo kitty t-shirts with no bras, and the heavy '70s
eyeshadow and pouty lips, and barrettes and ankle bracelets that are not
really ankle bracelets but tatoos that look like fresh rosemary and pierced
eyelids and cheeks and noses and glazed over baby blue junkie eyes--you
know--that whole ditch barbie look that is so in and right and perfect--get
with it! no one wants to read about music--especially these marginally
talented so-called artists you insist on featuring that no one has ever
heard of. where would you even find these CDs? I for one have never seen
them at my local sam goody or anywhere else for that matter. you're
obviously just not very in touch with the '90s.
bill meyer: not getting the last two issues in the mail despite buying
advertisements in them. of course, that's all water under the bridge. CF
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