After 13 issues, 1200 pages, 120 contributing artists and writers, 2100 copies, 6 bricks wrapped in butterflies… launches, parties, concerts, fundraisers, readings, performances, and 12 years of striving and hustling – Four Minutes to Midnight has decided to call it a night.
It’s not a decision that was taken lightly, but it was important for us to recognise that the moment/space/communal nest from which 2356 was birthed, within which it thrived for a little/long while on its own terms, has moved on — children have grown, relationships blossomed and faded, cities and oceans crossed and bank accounts drained, sadness transformed to anger transformed to beauty and back again — & our lonesome corner where those flowers bloomed is now a sad mash-up of a food court, university dorm, and perpetual office-mall incubator, the Korean dep streamlined white to sell third-wave coffee and $200 toques. The night doesn’t fall, it gathers…
We can celebrate how this project brought disparate people together, created alliances (artistic & political) and lasting friendships, how we spoke our time in a way that seemed honest, if maudlin. How we did what we could to provide a cultural ballast to the onslaught of neoliberalism in our streets. But if those 1200 pages are a testament to anything, it is simply to friendship and dumb punk dedication, and that seems more than worthwhile.
Many many thanks are due. In saying goodbye we’d like to think it means see you soon, but the reality is we don’t know what’s coming next, so this is more a way to just say thanks for the time we shared, and that we hope you’re all well, and a little warmer in your hearts for reading this and remembering.
John & Kevin