As the anniversary of the publication of the very first Razz Revue approaches it is only fitting to stop and remember why I decided to reboot it.
Razz Revue, Volume I, Number 1
The Doper Roper vs. The Rolling Stones
We did 16 issues over a four year period and we earned zero money. Currently, you can buy a pristine first edition for about $74. This is unacceptable to me. Stay tuned.
Daily Whip Out:
"Mining Town Lightning Strike Final"
(from a photo)
As a record store manager said, in 1972, (North Central Avenue in Phoenix at Circle Records): "Someone on your staff has a major ass fetish."
That person has passed on, so we won't demean him here, but suffice to say, I intend to redeem his memory as well.
Daily Whip Out: "Tornado Alley"
Kingman Junior High Eighth Grade Boy Grads, 1961
That's Dan The Man Harshberger, top row, second from right, and that's the legendary Fred Grigg of Hackberry fame, in the center of the photo, third row center, and that guy with the flapping ears to his left is the other kid who helped launch the Razz.
So why would someone reboot a failed Arizona humor magazine, I'm sorry—a magazomic!—all these years later? One person, who I happen to be married to, has declared the entire project as "very lame."
So, there's that. And, then there's this from my first wife:
"A reboot of the Razz? It's about time!"
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