(7s) Magazine Subscriptions Wanted #3 - Ozone Magazine

You know, it'd be pretty stupid of me to subscribe to this magazine again, because I did one time and they ripped me off after mailing like two issues, both of which came in my mailbox after the new issue hit the newsstands, which means they were mailing returns to subscribers. The magazine industry is full of shady actions like that, and anything beyond the largest most major magazines is probably gonna end up screwing you over before your subscription is up. But nonetheless, I cannot front, Ozone magazine is a great joy to read. Most obviously, for the ignorance level, how being stupid is almost flaunted at times, mostly by the artists being interviewed or featured, but many times by the writers and editor herself (with her stupid trademark white t-shirt and ugly stick-whooped face). The World of obscure aspiring Southern rap is a strange one, and full of self-starting entrepreneurs with their own record labels and myspaces and underlings and everything. It's a deep and inspiring world, and I kinda like reading Ozone just because it makes music still seem like a viable dream, even though for every Gucci Mane or Lil Wayne, there's 17,000 dudes who end up in jail or working for UPS to put the final nail in the dream's coffin. But my favorite part of Ozone, and honestly I haven't even looked at one in almost a year, is how the local reports grew so large that it was like a Maximum Rock-n-Roll Scene Reports but in hip hop form on glossy paper. Follow the arrows from the map and read about 12 locally popular rappers in Richmond that I never even fucking heard of before. Shit, I'm sure the little Bloods gang rap clique from Charlottesville that I saw perform a few times was up in that piece at some point or another. Ozone magazine is the ultimate magazine replica of a fat white chick with loose morals - it's kinda busted looking, has a lot to say that probably didn't need to be said, and it makes you feel good to finger through for a few minutes, but damn, you're mad embarrassed to be seen with it.