ummm… rectifying this in 3 2 1…
I can tell you where I bought my first issue of Wax Poetics. I was here, in LA, on vacation. We were at some sneaker shop on La Brea. He was eyeing the wares and I was looking at the pubs. WaxPo got the music dork in me mad giddy. Putting current obsessions in historical perspective. Turning me on to people, places and movements that inspired folks I respected.
I devoured it. Every page. Every article. Every photograph. Issue after issue. Until, I moved.
I guess I didn’t handle the big change that well. Honestly, there was a lot going on. When I left NYC, I shut down. I really wasn’t listening to anything or anyone that wasn’t already close to heart. I wasn’t going to shows. I wasn’t reading and making connections to why I love what I love.
Coming out of that space was slow going and I’m so excited to be open again.
The fix: i♥waxpoetics, hardcore. still.
I need the back issue bundle and a subscription. Loved that the issue on the stands when I was about to go to Jamaica for the first time was the Reggae Issue. It was in a carry-on by the door when we decided to postpone the trip and avoid a torrential downpour.(♥:When is that happening now?) I was curled up in a corner reading it a few weeks later in DC when my mom tells me she’s getting rid of her vinyl. I ended up all dust covered begging for EVERYTHING; flipping through more Gregory Issac’s records than I remembered she’d had.
If I don’t support what I dig, in whatever way I can, should I really expect it to be there when I find my way home? I don’t want there to be a next time to find out. Where’s my wallet?
N♥