Given the current hostile and utterly ridiculous political climate, I nominate:
Of course, leave it to me to go for the low hanging fruit on the tag :I
Kicking off a twin set of Fawcett publication posts of one-off Magazines from 1937, Zoe Mozert's mystical cover for True Mystic Confessions.
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Unsigned, but most certainly a Mozert. Incense in the air, stare across the table and have your fortune read by this mysterious blonde. What mysteries lie within?
This is an upgrade to an older scan. At the time I released it with a thumbnail cover due to damage to my copy, but I've since discovered a much better image to use for repair, and, with the help of Miss Saskia from pulpscans, I have a much better cover image for the scan. I've also made fresh original width .jpegs from my lossless files for some higher resolution images.
A better look at the cover here. A link to a gallery of Zoe Mozert art here.
Get the high res scan here.
Or you can view online at the IA here.
If you're still not mystified by the fortune teller's gaze, let's take a peek inside.
True, Complete, Real. An inviting figure calls from atop the rocks on the contents page. The indicia lists Country Press in Greenwhich, Connecticut. At some point in the 30s, Capt. Billy's prosperous Minnesota outfit moves to New York and Connecticut to be closer to the action and would claim a ten million a month magazine circulation with True Confessions posting a circulation of two million alone. The enterprise that had launched with Capt. Billy's Whiz Bang had grown into an empire. Though the Whiz-Bang's popularity peaked in the 20s as artists and models and girlie pulps captured the risque market, Fawcett did quite well with their mechanical titles and magazines in the true story and detective markets. I don't know at this time in 1937 how much of the ruddering of the company was being done by Willford "Capt. Billy" Fawcett versus his sons who would take over after his death in Hollywood in 1940, but here we see Fawcett trying a novelty title, perhaps a hybrid of the old Mystic Magazine with True Confessions. Throw in some Hollywood content and perhaps a nude or few, and now we're cooking.
The opening splash, Murdered by a Sex-Mad Play Boy
The play boy stalks our heroine - or does our heroine stalk the play boy? Revenge and confession, a broken reputation a small price to pay for vengeance.
What do the stars tell the stars? Anthony Norvell's horoscopes for the who's who
Joan Crawford, William Powell, Carole Lombard, Jeanette McDonald, Anita Louise and Dolores Del Rio have their stars examined by Norvell, famous Hollywood astrologer.
If Mystic Adventures aren't your thing, perhaps adventures of a phyiscal variety o.O
Nudity that ends in marriage? Confession and redemption in a single stroke, it's often how the genre likes to play these vicarious thrills.
Love back from the grave, My Phantom Mistress.
Or the story of a singer whose voice is discovered by a son at his mother's funeral. The price one has to pay for show biz success - but at least the view is good.
And, remember ladies, there is a right way and a wrong way to hold your man. The battle of the sexes has some complicated rules when you're a woman...
A couple more splashes
Or my favorite graphic from the magazine, captivating. What Do Your Dreams Foretell?
Lastly, the magazine closes with promos for another one shot issue that looks to be looking for the same audience with a taste for the wild side, Daring Confessions (I'd like to see this one.) FOR WOMEN ONLY 😉
The cover, from a recent HA auction.
Well, here I am, late on a Monday night, ready for a bit of the old volunteer radio. Re-connecting with an old friend from the Direct Connect hubs, we were talking hip-hop. He recommended a film I very much enjoyed, Stretch and Bobbito: Radio That Changed Lives from 2015, and we quickly got into the topic a couple heads get into after not talking for a number of years - that rappers will die of natural causes. Fuck, man, Trugoy, Phife, DOOM, the Biz - I guess you're hitting the end of middle age when your heroes start to shuffle off the mortal coil en masse. It's hard to see these inimitable human beings gone to soon, but what can you do but enjoy the tunes and interviews they left behind. Anyways, my pal brought up Grand Royal, and, in true Grand Royal / Darwination fashion, I've put over a decade between the scanning of issues 2 and 3 😝
Often Wrong, Never in Doubt. My copy was in pretty nice shape before disassembly outside of the cover which is scratched and faded to hell, I did what I could with it:
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Get the full hi-res scan, with joined splashes and tag here: Grand Royal 03 (1996) (DREGS)
or you can view online or download other formats of an unjoined version at the IA here. Honestly, Blogger's image system is so bad, my blog is about one of the worst ways to look at the pages 😠
The magazine kicks off with an explanation from Mark Lewman (BMX editor extraordinaire, no doubt brought in by Spike Jonze to help right the ship) for the delay between the second and third issues, a message about this blessed mess:
Look at those poor suckers, sleep deprived, flipping the bird, working hard to get the magazine out. But Lewman's spot on here. Grand Royal is an all-out assault on the possibilities of a magazine. This issue is absolutely dense with content. Three columns a page, graphic splashes everywhere, idiosyncratic but also accessible interviews. Contributors giving their own take on cherished subjects. There's a lot to digest. Sure, a regular magazine schedule makes subscriptions work and planning advertising sales a thing, but GR is serving no wine before it's time. The slacker generation and a great ambition for what a magazine can be meet head to head 😁
The contents
PUNCH IT CHEWIE, mebbe a little typing music, eh, from maybe the only Grand Royal record I actually own, still with the sizzle, Luscious Jackson from Fever In Fever Out
Spike Jonze jumps right in with an uninvited visitor's guide to the hotel pools of Hollywood
And then a couple of articles on legendary TV shows. An interview with Michael Holman on Graffiti Rock, bringing hip hop to airwaves back in 1984, lasting only a single episode:
AND NOW THANKS TO THE WONDERS OF YOUTUBE, you can actually checka checka check it out, wild. I'm grooving to the DJ behind the breakdancers and now recognize the sample of dude saying "don't try it (the scratching) at home on your dad's radio only on the hip hop super vision" heh heh damn and a lot more samples too. RUN DMC vs Special K and Kool Moe Dee battle? whaaaat
Another lost show, James Brown's Future shock by Russel Simins, blues explosion man
Again, the wonders of youtube makes myth reality, these damn kids don't know how good they have it
YASSS.
Next, a visit to the Hock it Me pawnshop in Butte, Montana, reveals an Evel Knievel art collection by the man himself gifted to the Pawnbroker who was once a barkeep of Evel's favorite watering hole.
Kool Keith on cinema, Bob from Pavement on betting the ponies, Mike Watt on his E-250 touring van (had one as a work van), Ricky Powell with the Globetrotters, then Yauch interviews the Dalai Lama. Let's go ahead and put that one up in it's entirety
Following is a rather long and ridiculous interview with Weird Al in which Yoko Ono makes a brief and unexpected appearance. You can't make this up. Even back then, there was an appreciation for Al's many talents -
Iron-On included:
Which brings us to the meat of the issue, a series of excellent articles on electronic music. The history of the synthesizer, Survival of the Fattest, Darwin approves:
Then a four page interview with Bob Moog, followed by an interview with Wendy Carlos upon the matter of Switched-On Bach
Mike D's list of top 10 Moog records. I listened to Age of Electronicus and went back and forth from bliss to nearly going out of my skull in moog madness (Dick Hyman gives an interview later)-
The Grand Royal jokers set out to build a Theremin
From the detailed history of Adidas, I got Stripes, high fashion. I wonder how many rappers wear Adidas these days, not too many
RIP BIZ MARKIE, a genuine sweetheart and master beat boxer
and much more. The last page is a great tribute to Darren Robinson, another legendary beat boxer.
What a great mag. I'll try and do the next issue before another decade passes. Out of gas and off to bed. Rappers die but hip hop lives, gliding in for a soft landing -
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A pin-up from R.A. Burley. En Garde! Get a better look at the cover on Flickr.
From one of the boxes of donor pulp I'm working these days,
get the full scan with joins and tag here: Pep Stories v03n07 (1933-07.Merwil) (Team-DPP).cbr
or you can view the issue at the IA here.
More on R.A. Burley later (an underrated regular on the covers of the girlie pulps) -
Instead another post with a string of images, fencing girls! I'm woefully unable to wax poetic on the virtues of the sport, but I can certainly appreciate these practitioners -
Archie Gunn, The Fencer and On Guard 1907.
Arthur - Evelyn, March, Gavet & Porter 1910 Calendar
H.L. Parkhurst, later prolific in the pulps, Harper's Weekly, April 16 1910
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and a little time jump to 1928 over in France:
Peter Driben. This one has the outlandish outfit of Bolles girl and the pierced hearts of Leonnec. Love the design. Spicy Stories, February 1934. Driben liked it so much, he'd mimic it fifteen years later for the Gayety 1949 Summer edition for a Martin Goodman pub:
Lastly, a couple of slick renditions:
A most excellent Bradshaw Crandell, Cosmopolitan February 1937.
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Al Buell, date unknown, from the original art at Heritage Auctions.
Lastly, have a Coke and a smile and a blade to the heart - date and artist unknown -
