![]() The journey of Paperthin has been a long, and, at times, difficult one. It all started in 2005 as a brain-storming session between a select few, only to be resurrected about year ago over, what else, beer. As you’ll find out as the monthly periodical rolls along, beer has played a major factor in the culmination of the printed material that, hopefully, brought you to this site. But doesn’t it always? From a lowly hook-ups to the ever-looming marital vows, beer always seems to factor in somewhere along the line. Well, that or shots of Jager. Whuh. Back to the magazine. Paperthin is an arts + entertainment magazine, mainly focused on our very own KnoxVegas. Sure, there’ll be some national stuff within, but the majority of each issue will be on the comings and goings in our fair city. Well, maybe not fair, but let’s not start talking politics. In fact, that’s one area we will not venture. We’ll keep it strictly on what you should be spending your hard earned cash on. Be it CDs, film festivals, comic books, pieces of art, blah-de-blah blah, we’ll tell you what’s best for you. Trust us. Well, at least give us a few months before using the printed version of the mag as back-up toilet paper. Please. That’s all we ask. Also, just as a helpful guide, we figured it’d be best to post a rundown of what each of the articles represent. Some are self-evident. Like that the cover article is based on what graces the cover. Duh. If you couldn’t figure that one out, we’d advise you to please put down the mag, and take a seat in the back of the short bus. Wait, wait. Don’t forget your helmet. For the rest of you, the chosen ones, here is a further explanation of some of our odder articles. Artist of the Month: Waxing Philosophical: Hidden Knoxville: The Q: Controlled Substances: Have fun, and let us know what you think of the mag. Lastly, but most importantly, thank you for looking into our little publication. As we implied earlier, the journey has been headache-inducing. But it’s all been worth it. We appreciate all of you, and hope to see you out and about. Now somebody pass me a full bottle of Jack, and no you can’t have any. |