Grumpy Chauncey

Editorial: The Maiden Voyage

I have a terrible habit of investing myself in things that I either don’t have time for or that hold no chance of making me rich. Every once in awhile, when the stars perfectly align, I find a project that fulfills both criteria.

I remember when newspapers died, most people had their eyes on the future, but not me. I thought, “Hey, now would be a great time to start a newspaper” and for some reason that died : (

I remember when they said radio was dead, most people looked to the internet, but not me. I thought, “Hey, I should start a radio show!” Luckily, that one has worked out a bit better.

While this may seem like a sob story or some sort of self-mutilation or depreciation, it is not. What it is, is a love story. A love for all things forgotten and rejected.

Growing up in the punk scene I used to like to think of myself as a nonconformist. As I got older, I realized that I was neither a punk nor a nonconformist… I’m an anticonformist.

If the world thinks it’s dumb, I think it’s worth taking a look at. If the world finds it obsolete, I find it necessary for a truly happy life.

There is something about kitsch, something about camp. These words convey poor, cheap, and lame to other people. To me, they convey doing the best people can with the tools at their disposal. Great art wasn’t made in graphic design shops by professionals, it was made on the streets by struggling artists on the street like Jean-Michel Basquiat. Great stories weren’t written in the publishing houses they are printed from, they are written by striving writers writing for thirty minutes before having to put another dime in the paid typewriter.

So where is the struggle today? In the world’s richest country, in a world of computers and convenience, where is that struggle?

It’s in finding the time, of which I have little, but I chose to spend it here. I hope you find our struggle worth it.