Starbucks don’t take foodstamps!
But now that we’ve become seller outs, we sure as hell wouldn’t have it any other way. Not because we actually make any money off this shit – ‘cause we don’t, not really…not even to keep ciggies in our mouths or keep up with the ever increasingly lame skyrocketing price of postage stamps & shit (but we sure as hell ain’t losing as much & going in the hole with every issue, that is…) – & we still give our shit away when the mood so strikes our fancypants. (Shhh…!) But we wouldn’t have it any other way ‘cause we now get to see a much more clear line of demand for our zines. You know how awful it is when you don’t hear any feedback from your zines? You send out a bunch to friends, to people who trade, whatever…& then there’re crickets. But now that we’re putting in the effort to peddle our wares?
We get to see that shops, distros,
whatever: they want them. If they sell, we get to see that their customers?
They want them. If it’s direct sales, like online purchases or at zine fests,
you know these zinesters really really want them – not just takin’ the free shit (to be recycled in
next Tuesday’s trash), but because they’re actually willing to fork over their
hard-earned cash to get what we got.
|Leavin' free shit around town...|
Anyways, enough about that shit…let’s get to makin’ those dolla dolla bills, y’all!
How in the world is a small-time small-press zine artist supposed to get their shit sold? Well, here’s how these two zine makin’ machines did it: from the ground motherfucking up, dollfaces! From how we started at zine fests, to online shops, to the bee’s knees of owning a town. Like, literally, a whole city. (what, what?!)
Making bank at the IZM Event, July 2Ol3
Ahem, lovelyfaced chickadees, & on to the next one. Where were we? Ah yes, selling all this shit that we just pulled hot from the copy machine…selling & selling & selling, shit gets old real fast, but ya put on yer friendliest smile & just enjoy chatting it up with your fellow zinesters. Zine fests are the best – people are new to zines, old to zines, want your zines zines zines! So stock up & be prepared to talk shop! Or just be prepared to chat people up…’cause most of the time, breaking the ice is the hardest thing to do - & shit gets awkward. But once you get them talkin’ about the zines they do like, you can talk about yours & pretty soon? Dolla dolla bills, y’all! & you’re putting smiles on other people’s faces as well (not just your own). Lots more to come on zine fests since we have like a billion coming up in the next few months! (we’ll be at the “fall zine event” in Hollyweird in November, the Eastside Zine Market in December & - fingers motherfuckin’ crossed our application is accepted! – the LA Zine Fest in February!)
Le snazzylicious shoppe d’Etsy & all that jazz!
Knock knock! Avon calling...
Suitcase of kisses...for sale, sold!
So yeah, after all this, ya still wanna sell your zines?
Do it, we dare ya, chickenheaded hipsters!
ps: one of our shoppes, the awesomely cool as Lou Reed, Third Eye Records, wants more zines & has asked us to put out a call to our friends – that’s YOU, darling whoseewhatsits! What kinda zines? The zines YOU make! Art zines, perzines, comp zines, music zines – your zines! Email us for details & we’ll get you in the door… MCSunflowerJones@gmail.com– Be there or be a motherfucking squaredypants!
Blow the whistle!