In the spirit of your Aunt Crazy Pants’s holiday family newsletter, I’d like to offer the following words about a particularly joyous winter here at Block Club magazine. Have a seat, relax, and get a whiff of what we’ve been doing:
To start, we had the sickest issue launch party ever last weekend. To say that we were ready to boom would be the understatement of this three-week-long year. It’s been frigid, but 2014 is a steaming hot pile of excitement here in Buffalo. Issue 34 both celebrates and fist-shakes at the good and bad booms that enter our lives and cities. There’s joy in explosive results, and also letdown. For this one night, however, we focused on the bright lights. Buffalo sure understands a party.
I’m no accountant, but I’d guess this was Block Club’s best-attended soirée to date, and we’ve hosted a catering hall’s fair share of soirées. The formula is always the same—original people, inarguable tunes, many sleeves of red Solos. Let’s not mention the Great Flip Cup Challenge of…no, let’s not mention it. Let’s go with: we celebrate well.
We once again gathered for jovial pursuits, yes, but also to launch the new issue of our humble little seven-year-old magazine child. He’s growing up so fast. The terrible twos were no myth, lemmetellyou. Seven is better. Seven is mature, and respectable. Seven can tie his own shoes.
Block Club magazine has changed a bit over the years, to which many of you can personally attest. Where it stands today, tall and proud and full of civic, progressive, creative spirit, is precisely why we throw such parties. We are too proud of our city’s resolve to become who we want to be, and to enjoy the ride on the way there. (Though, obvi, there is no “there”; we are “there” whenever we are here. But that’s introducing metaphysical noise on an office party recap, so.)
In addition to the jams, the snacks and the booze, there was also art, conversation and many new introductions. Much to my surprise, I’m hearing a lot of disbelief about the veracity of the issue’s photographed Boom signs. They are, indeed, real. We make things here at Block Club, with our hands and noggins and hearts and anything else that gets dirty. These four signs are mighty big, heavy and hand-painted in our amazingly creepy city basement. We hopped in Tim’s big truck and ventured out to city and suburban locations and held those signs up ourselves. It was a little dangerous at points, but worth the statement: true Booms change lives, so let’s pay attention when we see one approaching, AND let’s react smartly when one drops on our lap. It’s all in our hands, folks. I speak for the whole team here when I say that seeing readers interact with these signs was pretty sweet. I love that art is a complementary element in our printed paper magazine. It’s rewarding to see what’s on the pages spill out onto walls and into people’s mouths. Great chats all around about what Boom means. The conversation continues…
We’d like to thank our friends at Community Beer Works, The Black Market Food Truck, and the fantabulistic ABCDJ (Sherri and Mario!) for their help in making this such a sweet night.
We’re working very hard on the next issue—35, holy shnikes—coming this April, and on the next slate of issues. (I’m giddy about the moment when we’ll announce the next four themes. It’s, like….I wanna do it right now but I can’t.) You can still grab a copy of Boom, for absolutely free and zero cents, in your favorite WNY local-shopping district, and 24/7 online. And when we party next, you’ll be with us, of course, so you won’t need such a recap to summarize other peoples’ fun Friday night. What we you doing instead, I also meant to ask. Hmmm?
In the meantime, Buffalo and those beyond the Queen City: rock hard, live truthfully, and BOOM BIG!