The guys from my youthful punk days are always with me, lingering in the recesses of my memories like a well-worn record that never gets old. They have made such an indelible impression on my life, shaping not just my musical tastes but my entire outlook on creativity and rebellion. At the time, I had something to offer them too; I was not just a passive observer but an active participant in a vibrant subculture. A Fanzine was a way to meet the bands, offering a direct line between the musicians and their dedicated followers, and it served as a powerful conduit for expression. It was a way for punkers to promote their bands and communicate with their fans, sharing raw thoughts and feelings in a world that often felt closed off from genuine connection. As a punk journalist, I had a lot to offer these youthful punks, diving deep into their stories, amplifying their voices, and celebrating the spirit of DIY ethics that defined our scene, creating a textile of shared experiences that would vibrate long into the future.