Final Touches

This weekend was the home stretch. Finished mastering the songs, Printed and assembled the album art, Got covered in "Hunter Green" spray paint, and grinned like a proud parent. After a failed attempt at making iced coffee (don't ask how I managed to fuck this up), Matt A, Jawsh and I worked all afternoon and night putting together the first official 90's Babies release. I'm so stoked on this. It will be ready for eager ears this week via myspace, (www.myspace.com/stephenrz and www.myspace.com/susiewinters). Or you can come get a copy this friday at Steeps Cafe (11116 82Ave). Or message/call me.

Here's some photos of our haphazard assembly line.
(Thanks Henry Ford for this efficient production method).



Steve Believe//Susie Winters
Long Distance Telephone Calls


Love,
Steve Believe

So Here It Goes... (Mini-Zine)

If I spent my sleepless nights studying textbooks I could be a doctor or an engineer by now. Unfortunately (or probably fortunately), I don't. I spend them pacing, smoking, being disgustingly nostalgic, and thinking about my friends. I have the best fucking friends in the world. This is a statement I'm willing to defend with unnecessary violence (just kidding, kind of...). The past few months have let me find out who my real friends are. They are a small group of people with hearts bigger than the Atlantic.

I'm not really good at expressing my feelings, especially when those feelings are attached to a "Goodbye", so I made a zine for the people who I love, The people who love me, The people I'm incredibly proud of, and those who will be thousands of kilometres away from me in a few weeks. Like most things I create, It's cheesy as hell.



Call your best friends. They miss you.

Love,
Steve.B

Weird.

Shit.

Yesterday I was taking photo's for an art project I'm working on and I fell off of a ladder. This was not a slight slip or tumble, but a full on wipe-out. I landed facedown on a stack of unfortunately placed milk crates, which resulted in a series of bizarre shaped cuts and bruises all over my body. More tragically though, I smashed my camera into the concrete and transformed it into a useless pile of glass and plastic. Shit.

furthermore, I somehow absentmindedly left the cap off not one but two glue sticks. (This is a violent pet peeve of mine).

And then this evening I missed the last bus home and spent two hours wandering around an unfamiliar part of Edmonton which seemed to be filled with only two types of people at one in the morning. Either (a) middle aged men who peer through un-curtained windows, or (b) middle aged men who want to discuss the "economy". This was strangely the most pleasant part of my last 24 hours.

If you happen to be a pro bono digital camera repair person, have an abundance of spare glue sticks, or want to talk about something other than the necessity of tarsands, feel free to send me a message.

Love,
Steve Believe

Tired and I Miss You.

Can't sleep, and I get all cheesy and nostalgic. I apologize for the corniness that my insomnia produces.



P.s
www.myspace.com/therdkm

Love,
Steve Believe

SW/SB Photo Shoot

I have to admit I've been kind of procrastinating when it comes finishing the Susie Winters/Steve Believe Split. I've been spending most of my time trying to cross things off my list of things to do before I move 5000 km across this country, and the split somehow seems to get pushed to the bottom. That being said, I am so fucking excited for this album to be done. I'm really proud of it. My hopes are to get my shit together and have it done in the next two weeks. Look out world.

Susie and I spent the weekend crashing minivans into curbs, laughing, screaming, listening to Kris Kristofferson, hiking through canola fields, and modelling for the prairie sunshine.

Don't stare too long, you might lose yourself.











Love,
Steve

Jawsh Carson-Piano Keys Resonate Like You and Me

Friday Jawsh and I had plans to take over the world.
Instead we lit candles, drank too much coffee and recorded this.



enjoy.

love,
Steve

I think that the sentence at the top of the page pretty clearly describes what this is all about, however I've always been prone to overcomplicating things, so here we go...

This past winter was hard. It left me pretty broken and questioning a lot of things. I got hung up on all the time I've wasted, the negative bullshit I've subscribed to, and the pity parties where I spent most my days. The good news is that spring came and thawed me out, warmed me up and reminded me why I was drawn to punk in the first place. That's where 90's Babies comes in. It's all about tapping into that powerful, honest feeling I got from my first punk show. The feeling I got when I realized there was an alternative to the capitalist garbage I saw on T.V. 90's Babies is about making something beautiful out of something ugly. It's about real friends. It's about screaming your lungs out even if no one is listening.

90's Babies isn't just me. It includes (and hopes to include) a whole slew of artists, musicians, writers, dropouts, and runaways, however I will probably be the one to update this blog regularly. I'm hoping to be punctual enough to do at least a weekly post including upcoming releases and events, artwork, writing, videos, photos etc.

Things that are currently in the works include:

-Steve Believe/Susie Winters split CD
-Jawsh Carson per zine
-Relocating ourselves closer to salt water

Thanks for enduring my cheesy babbling.
Stay Posi.

Love,
Steve