I may have confessed here before that An Illustrated Record almost certainly changed my life more than any other book.
[Lennon Remembers and The Case of the Buried Clock (Earl Stanley Gardner, 1943) are up there too]
As magazines go, though, it was almost certainly Trouser Press that had the greatest effect. I had been a Creem magazine fan since late January 1973 [home briefly from South America for Christmas, I stumbled across a copy -- and it had both John Lennon and Grand FUnk mentioned right there on the cover! How could I refuse?], and had adopted its ethos -- but I was young, and it was old.
Trouser Press wasn't.
I'll confess that I came to it late -- the first copy that I know I bought and owned [hell, I'm sure I still own it -- and my droogs have helped move it from storage space to basement to storage space] is pictured here.
TP was of my age, and turned me on to countless bands. While my new mate tomanonymous sent me listening to the Dead Boys and the Good Rats, TP was telling me their juicy secrets and noting nineteen bands that sounded like them, but might appeal to me for reason. . . DAMN I loved that magazine.
Their ad rates were good for our cutting-edge new wave LPs [that we thought were punk], the staff were as long-distance helpful as you could imagine [and supportive of the young musicians' dreams; if they were sniggering in the background, I couldn't hear it], and the magazine seemed to be written by . . . us.
I miss it.
Even if I AM friends with Trouser Press on Facebook.