thinking about chicago classics, and punk planet is no more. because i have lived in the kind of vaccuum that only a small child can create, i had no idea until shana mentioned it this weekend as i was wandering around vaguely trying to find the latest issue. which is in my hands now, and is as good as the previous 80. i feel like this magazine deserves more of a eulogy than i'm capable of at 8:30 in the morning, trying desperately to avoid the work piling up on my desk. it was one of the places i've been published, an independent voice that recognized punk for what it was, something that, no matter how much you tried to commercialize it or put it in a box, was a movement that could never truly be defined. punk planet was a voice of protest, savvy about politics and music and all the ways in which there are connections in between. thanks for the memories.