IF THAT AIN’T COUNTRY

What the hell has happened to Creem? I grew up reading it and never, ever did you see any country music. Not one bit. Are you folks so desperate for something write about you betrayed yoyr rock and roll roots. Unforgivable.

-John L

Waylon Jennings (in our July ’73 issue), Dolly Parton (February ’78 CREEM Dreem), Willie Nelson (January ’81), Johnny Cash (June ’88), and many more would like to have a word with you. —Ed.

TOUGH CROWD

Stop emailing me and texting me to update my card maybe I'll fucking subscribe again when your cover art isn't so fucking ugly anymore.

- Nick

How 'bout this one? Do you like Nudie suits?

- CREEM Customer Service

It's better

- Nick

We’ll take it. —Ed.

LOVE LETTERS

Damn you guys...I could be crude and say I fingered my latest issue of Creem Magazine but I wont. Oh well I just did. I will say flipping through the pages was restorative. Your team really hit the mark with me. Pretty text heavy in some areas for me to chew on and thats OK, BUT, the graphics are even better. Opinions are like assholes, everyone has one...this issue is a 9/10 with me. Killer issue! Much Love Creem Team.

Thank You!

Boy Howdy!

-Talljeeper

Check it out, Paul! You’ve made it! XOXO —Ed.

A FINE SHRINE

(submitted by Michael Marshall)

KEEP ON THE CREEM

(submitted by Steve Strauss)

CREEM: your rock ’n’ roll pusherman since 1969. -Ed.

BRAINROT

What's up Creem Mag!

Thank you for being the only source of long form content I can successfully consume these days. Just read your latest issue in a coffee shop and didn't touch my phone for two hours. Sadly, that's a new record for me.

Fuck Reels, fuck TikTok.

My brain thanks you.

-Molly P

Scrolling sucks, print fucks. You’re welcome. -Ed.

NICE TO FEET YOU

Fuckin rights I was wondering when I would have to renew. Never been so stoked on an auto-renew in my life. keep up the great work and huge thanks to everyone on your team.

-Feet B

Toetally. —Ed.

ISO CREEM PEN PAL

Do you have a return address? Someone else might enjoy this issue as we do not listen to Country music.

-Mark H

Any volunteers? Shoot us a note at mail@creem.com, and we’ll set you up. —Ed.

KINKY

fuck your pins

-Doobie

Ouch! We wouldn’t recommend it, but you can certainly try. —Ed.

BEYOND THE VEIL

Tell Lester we said ’sup. —Ed.

Please send letters to: Mail Department CREEM Magazine 1525 N Alvarado St #261009 Los Angeles, CA 90026

Or, if you’re lazy: mail@creem.com

AN OLD CANADIAN CUNT

Fifty years, just about. I fucking read your magazine when I was a teenager. i fucking read your magazine now that I'm an old cunt.

Congratulations. You control me.

-Warren K, Somewhere North of Y'all

CREEM Mail hack: Say “fucking” two or more times to get your letter published. Hoser accent helps, eh? —Ed.

THE OLD MAN AND THE CREEM

Dear CREEM,

Artist, poet, activist, counterculture Icon, MC5 manager, author, and overall pleasant curmudgeon John Sinclair passed away yesterday.

In a tribute to John, I rewatched the CREEM documentary not only for this brief segment, but my firm belief that only in Detroit could artists, musicians and flat out shit stirrers like John and countless others emerge from the primordial ooze and hauntingly beautiful dichotomy of disturbing paradoxes that was Detroit of the late 60’s and 70’s.

That word salad shared, only CREEM Magazine could adequately chronicle and depict this mess of a city that was broken in the most beautiful places.

I wondered out loud in a tribute to John, if our blue collar roots, grounded, grift forged in the seamy underbelly of society and too stubborn to care as well as too dumb to know any better mindset could such a wide array of music emerge from any one location other than Detroit. We are real. We will shoot straight, and we will snub our noses at the elitist, pseudo intellectual & poseuresque swill deemed music emanating from the big, bad coastal cities.

My God, your documentary jettisoned me back to a time when an awkward teenager who was about as cool as a Shaun Cassidy T-shirt at a Ramones show viewed the original CREEM magazine as his Bible.

I became whimsical wishing that pot still had seeds so I could break out a dusty old double Ip and sift the ground up nugs with my AARP card.

Please forgive my psychobabble. It’s late, I ran out of my favorite flavor of Jello, I’m sad that I lost a man I admired and called a good acquaintance, if not friend, and I miss CREEM Magazine.

Boy Howdy, do I miss your rag. Let me conclude that yes, I will subscribe shortly but I wanted to leave this long winded diatribe as a small gesture of my eternal gratitude, appreciation and near reverence of America’s REAL Rock and Roll magazine had on this now 60 year old man.

There were tears, laughter, and a yearning for day stone by. I sure as hell hope this new iteration is merely half as good as the original incarnation. I have a sneaky suspicion that I won’t be disappointed.

Bless you all, and thank you for coming back.

Sincerely,

Old dude

This was supposed to make it into our Summer issue, but we’ve been a bit busy cutting up onions over here. —Ed.

GREETINGS

Aww. Zack’s got the warm & fuzzies and he’s definitely going to be asking for a raise. —Ed.