Epilogue readers, visitors, and subscribers,
Thank you so much for checking out Epilogue Magazine during our first year of existence. I can safely say that Marshall and I both feel blessed that people care enough to come back, send in feedback, and submit their own work to the publication. Epilogue is something we’re both extremely proud of, and any flicker of excitement expressed from strangers and friends reinforces our own pride and excitement about Epilogue.
But it’s a new year, and we’re ready to tackle bigger and bolder things. In the next couple weeks, we’ll be introducing EpiBLOG, a similarly-themed publication that effectively serves as a news crawl for the magazine’s scope, covering events, people, and art on the fly. We’ll still retain the weekly Monday publication as Epilogue’s capstone publication, but we feel that EpiBLOG will function as a great daily source of content and Epilogue-approved insight from a stable of contributors and occasional guests. It’s time to get viral, people!
Also, if there’s anything especially illuminating I’ve learned from running this publication for a year, it’s that it is a time for innovation, a time for fearlessness, a time for journalism. Though the business side of journalism has seen its share of blights and rejection looms around life’s darker corners, every day I’m finding a cool new project or reading about some startup company that makes me think, “Oh, man, I wish I had thought of that!”—sort of the ultimate compliment a creative person can bestow upon the product of a stranger’s imagination. More media is now demanded than ever, and I don’t see that demand waning anytime in the near future. Journalism needs to grow smarter, leaner, and more personal, keeping traditional elements like storytelling intact while garnishing them with new media. And, for Epilogue, I’d like to translate that into bold new pieces and new viewpoints expressed in Epilogue Magazine.
Epilogue has taken me from the far reaches of Bushwick to the very northern tip of Harlem, to Park Avenue hotel rooms and backstage at fetid DIY venues. I’ve muttered uncontrollably to one of my favorite authors to the extent that I believe he had significant concerns about my mental health, unsuccessfully flirted with a flock of up-and-coming lady lead singers, talked to classical pianist Christopher O’Riley about Animal Collective for forty minutes. I’ve rhapsodized over comic book publishing details with Daniel Johnston, dissected the R.Kelly “Real Talk” video with Josh from Small Black, watched Adam Schatz from Previously on Lost fluster an entire borough’s worth of waitresses. It’s given me “company-owner” credibility, which terrifies every single one of my friends (I’ve yet to find a way to most effectively wield it with women, however). Though I’ve collected many great stories, as the battered cliché goes, the best is yet to come.
We fully intend to create something unlike its immediate peers, boldly pushing to enlighten and cover art through a new lens. From 2010 and forward, there will be many new developments for journalism and journalists, and we’ll embrace those changes while constantly considering what they mean for us and how we can adapt to better serve our readers. In the New Year, we’ll be smarter, stronger, and bolder, both as people and as editors.
If there’s something you’d like to see in Epilogue, let us know. If there’s someone doing something unusually cool and isn’t getting the respect they deserve, let us know. If there’s a scene of people teaching cats to read, or something, first call the police, but then let us know about that once the smoke clears. And yes, we’re working in more “Jersey Shore” allegories. Give us some time.
We’re proud to be editors of this publication, and I hope you’ve enjoyed what you’ve seen here. But, we yearn for your feedback, your ideas, your methods of communication. It’s what makes Epilogue what it is now.
Letter from the Editor