Borders is closing, Kafka is going to the e-reader, and book burnings today would probably involve some corruption of silicon chips. But some may not be aware that for decades before we were here, there was the glorious Junk Thief magazine. Here is one of our favorite issues from 1963.
JunkThief is eagerly awaiting the arrival of his second turntable in order to source his stash of 78s and be able to do analog mixes again. Heck, JunkThief is so retro he may buy an acetate machine to record the songs of his two pet Dodo birds.
Great blogger/vlogger/raconteur extraordinaire Eva Deadbeat has a great post over here of Kid Koala with an amazing reworking of MoonRiver the way it is supposed to be re-imagined. As both Shakespeare and Warhol sort of said, the best art is not original but that which is purposely repurposed.
UPDATE: And just as I posted this entry, the rattle of the familiar brown van came roaring down York Street. Christmas in April! Yeah. It's here. Many acetate to MP3s to come.
Location: San Francisco, California, United States
JunkThief is your typical Gallic Jew boy born on the Great Plains, went to Gotham and Ouagadougou and Kathmandu before settling in San Francisco's Mission District. Now he searches the dark alleys of that city to find good conversation, Weimar culture and (but of course) the perfect door knob.