I hate to love to hate Al Burian. I mean, I love to hate him and I hate it. I wish I could just hate him, but I love to hate him so much that it makes me kind of love him. And every new thing I read of his makes me fall into a deeper love/hate with him. If his books were any longer, I'd probably tip over into just hating him.
my favorite part: when al meets gunther on the train in germany. gunther of the 80s style wraparound shades persuasion. he travels to hamburg for work and back to berlin on weekends; his girlfriend of 32 years just died two days ago; his son is in the hospital, and he's got a dead end job.
al's take? "i too might wear wrap-around shades if faced with a landscape of such dimensions."
While I am not an avid reader of zines, Al Burian is probably one of my favorite authors of the medium. In #13, Burian discusses his travels to Europe and his love for the Minutemen. It has been a while, so I'll keep this short. Highly recommended.
Love Al Burian, and while his jaunts around Europe can feel a little trust fund, the writing always makes up for it. I always deeply resent people like Burian, who can go anywhere and make friends with strangers, but I love reading their stories.