Drew Blood Press, LTD.
Drew Blood (Drew Bailey) was an underground publisher of poetry from 1980 til his death in the late 90's. He was involved in the early days of the LA punk scene and later lived in Riverside, CA where he used his job in the copy shop making syllabus for classes at UC, Riverside to also make copies of poetry chapbooks and broadsides that he would distribute at punk shows, art galleries, poetry readings, record and book stores around Southern California. He also distributed a number of titles and authors through Mike Gunderloy and Factsheet 5. His press died with him, but he had printed and distributed over 9,000 chapbooks before he passed from health complications resulting from being HIV+ since 1982. At a reading in Silver Lake in 1982 he had heard A. Razor and became interested in publishing his writing. They lost contact until Kym Landry reintroduced them in 1984 and the first chapbook collaboration, Spare Blades, was released soon afterward. Drew published 13 more titles of A. Razor's work, as well as many other writers, in the coming years and up until his death and served as an editor for A. Razor, transcribing writing from incarceration and setting up readings through his extensive correspondence with other underground publishers.
Without Drew Blood's consideration and efforts, A. Razor would have easily never been published or recognized as a writer today.
Spare Blades, 1984
Creeping Malaise, 1986
Everything Is Shiny Grey, 1987
Evil and Other Safe Lubricants, 1988
Evidence of a Crime, 1990
Soaked, Bloated and Waiting to Die, 1991
War in the 13th Hour, 1991
A Chapbook by A. Razor, 1992
Maps to Stars with No Homes, 1992
Road Trip to Ruin, 1993
Negative Aspects of a Positive
(or, How All the Good can Make All the Bad Seem even Worse), 1994
Ash Graffiti After a Riot, 1995
All of these chapbooks have been long out of print. If you have a copy or have ever seen one, it represented the work of what some might view as marginal failures who found a common community for a moment in a world that just did not seem to care. It was a statement of voices in a canon of the unknown. Shots launched across the bow of an immanent juggernaut that dwarfed the sound of a few scattered screams from a soon gentrified and cleansed landscape. We hope it gave you pause to think and shelter for a seditious thought or two.