The old cliché: Spring is in the air. School is red hot. A cauldron of tests and finals and breakups and hookups. The sun feels warmer. Summer is out there somewhere. It’s next. Around Spring Break you’re on the fence in several arenas. Pass or fail? Will you sink at sea or swim to port for the endless summer party? It’s kind of like being on deadline. Which we are right now. So much hard work to be done. The head must be down, and it feels like we’re sinking. But the acknowledgment of succeeding provides that pep in the step. The visualization of running to your car, tests all passed, cranking up your favorite album, ready to mold the shape of punk to come all summer long. That feeling is worth the struggle.
Here at What Youth we get to experience that same feeling four times a year. Every issue is our own kind of final. A chance for us to push ourselves. Late nights, early mornings. A chance to throw everything we've got into a book that will return from the printer in all of its inky glory. The excitement of who's going to be on the cover (which we usually never know till the very last day), watching people flip through the first copies out of the box, dropping off new issues at the local surf shops and mailing them to several countries. It's rad. It makes all the studying, all the sunny afternoons sitting indoors behind a glowing blue screen, all the extra cups of coffee, lack of sleep and empty beer bottles totally worth it. So much so that you can't wait to dive back into the next one. Because really, what else is there? Go do rad shit, document and display. Repeat. We love it.
And that's where we are today. Just offshore, we've spotted land and we're swimming the last leg in. And once we hit port, you know there's going to be a celebration. Jack fucking London style.