As Ralph J. Gleason once said, “music is the glue that holds civilizations together.” CREEM is the publication that holds my perspective together. Without it, I should probably take all these horribly decadent fads and fashions ultra-seriously. But CREEM is the embodiment of self-parody, which I love, and that combined with some very creative (if occasionally uncohesive) writing it makes my favorite magazine.
April 1, 1978