Crank #6



I've come to regard Crank #6 as inferior to previous issues. I'm not sure why. Much of this issue seems like filler, at least compared to previous work I'd produced. The cover is fucking amazing, that's for sure--the best in the wee history of Crank. When I actually read the damned thing, cover-to-cover, I'm struck, these days, by the good parts. There are some snoozy bits, but overall, I think it's a decent issue. Jeremy Braddock's contribution about Elvis, in particular, is misleading along those lines--it's long and intimidating, but quite fucking good.

Where the fuck is Jeremy??

I was working at home at the time of Crank #6's production. Sometime around February of 1997, I left my job at the ad agency and began a 1.5+ year freelance adventure, which ended when I took a full-time job at New York Press (see Crank #7, here). I wrote most of this issue at the start of that stint.

After Crank #6 was released, I went into hiding. Essentially, I stopped writing altogether. I also lost touch with many, many people in my life. The combination of frustrated creative process and emotional isolation, I'd set myself up nicely for the inevitable dramatic changes in life that would come in late 1999.



Glory Days?


Credit Where
Credit is Due

Crank for Iowans


An Overanalysis
of E.T.

An Underanalysis
of Star Trek

More of the Same

D&D Reference

An Overanalysis
of Elvis Films

An Underanalysis
of Elvis Films

Teen Beat

Columbo Worship

Oh, Youth

HOT XXX Centerfold!

The Centerfold That
Actually Ran
When the Fucking
Printers Pussied Out

For the Editor,
A Vacation (of sorts)

Yuck Yuck

Jeesh. Some Ego
This Koyen Guy Has

"Found" Idiocy

Just DON'T
Get Me Started,

Jeff Koyen:

Tips for that
Insanity Plea

Crank Camera

Booze 'n' Medicinals: Watch Out!

Vitamins for Drunks

A Crank Brand
Of Closure

Do it Right!
Like a Man

You Can Forget
Renting THESE

It's the
Small Victories
That Count

You Can Bet
Your Ass I'm Unlisted

My Favorite
Credit Cards

Closing Remarks