Guess what, Antigraviteers? It’s that time of year again, where our June issue marks another trip around the sun for this ol’ magazine. We had our big decade blowout last year, so to kick off #11, we’re going to present you a “regular” issue. But I would like to first take this opportunity to express some gratitude.
First off, isn’t Ben Claassen’s cover great? Like quite a few AG contributors, I met Ben a long time ago. He was part of the degenerate punk rock crew over at De La Salle High School. I went to Ben Franklin, but everyone there was a little too put together for my tastes. So I found refuge in the loose band of misfits that infested Catholic schools across the city. One summer I spent a lot of time at Ben’s house. I was taking driver’s ed at Delgado and would head over to hang out with Ben and his brother, Jonathan, afterwards. It’s all kind of hazy now, but I recall both of the Claassen boys were already pretty eccentric, and they had overtaken a good portion of their parents’ house and turned it into a laboratory for all kinds of art projects and other experimental shenanigans. We started the first band I was ever in, The Quitters, in one of those rooms. We were pretty terrible and the band never made it out of the jam space, but it was still a pretty solid way to spend a slice of summer. It’s also more than a little mind blowing to think that a couple of decades later, we’re still basically doing what we loved to do even back then. Though the magazine has made great strides in polishing up our pages (if I do say so myself ), I’d like to think that now and forevermore Antigravity will have the soul of a 16 year-old.
I wish I could thank each contributor individually, but there are so many of you! So let me just say, from the folks who have been with us for years, to the newer contributors who’ve recently signed on to work with AG— from editing to advertising, writing, photographing, drawing, and even slinging the paper all across town—THANK YOU. You do so much for so little, and the pride and respect I feel for every one of you makes my eyeballs sweat just a little. I’d also like to thank our advertisers. We don’t always make it easy to be associated with AG, but your fearlessness and support is greatly appreciated by me and the entire staff.
And of course there’s you, dear reader, the end of the line in this great monthly conversation we instigate. I know a lot of you would probably prefer more rock, less talk (like the old days), but as the magazine continues to evolve, I need to know that all of the people and resources involved are put to good use, that what we’re doing is important and engaging on some level. We don’t want to waste anyone’s time, ours or yours. One thing punk rock taught me, lo those many years ago, is that the passion we feel for music and culture must eventually be taken to the streets, to affect change for the better. We can’t just leave it on the dance floor.
So happy birthday to us. It’s always nice to stop, mark the passage of time, and have a little cake. But we won’t party forever. There’s still a lot of work to do and after all, we’re not quitters. —Dan Fox