Calvin and Hobbes


Getting my four year old into Tin-Tin was a bomb, but now I am thinking Calvin and Hobbes might do the trick. I can't imagine there being a time when I couldn't read and didn't care if I did. There was though, and per my mother it was solved by Bill Watterson's childhood daydream fantasies of a boy and his tiger. I have been checking out some of the collections recently and the books are filled with great watercolor work, realistic characterization, and social critique. I also found out with a little research that Watterson was firmly against licensing of his characters for t shirts, toys, and cartoons for he felt it would "cheapen the work". That means all of those horrible stickers on the rear windows of trucks with Calvin urinating on logos of truck brands, sports teams, and politicians you don't like are fraudulent knock offs. Watterson ceased producing Calvin and Hobbes in the mid-nineties, and since then he has been quite the recluse. There has been approximately one work from Watterson since then. An oil painting depicting a character from another comic strip called Cul de Sac.Here is to hoping for more works in the future.

Freeform Nap Autowriting


I have a wicked head ache from sinus issues and I just want to take a nap. I am drinking lemon lime flavored carbonated beverages. Them joints is delicious. That means, those drinks are delicious. They look funny in this ceramic mug my wife bought with a fat santa clause with stick legs carrying way too many presents on it. I wish she would hurry up and get home where we can nab some effin' TACOS!!! I just read an article on Huffington Post about the United States' hottest prisoners. Number two was in there for convincing her boyfriend to stab her other boyfriend to death. I hope she can find love...giggle. MR. T's autobiography Mr. T The Man with the Gold is still staring at me just begging to read it, but I have blogging to do and my tum-tum is grumbly. There's a grumbly in my tumbly. Speaking of T, I wonder what Hulk Hogan is up to? Is his masculine daughter wrasslin' yet? Rocky 3 is totally the best Rocky movie. Mr. T and Hulk Hogan...shoo. Does Burgess Meredith die in that one? "Chase the chicken, Rock." Dude was awesome and had a rad name. Weird he was so fat in the Batman tv show. Thank you.

Strangelove



Dr. Strangelove : or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb is , hands down, my favorite movie of all time. It is a hilarious satire about the Cold War and Nuclear Warfare as a whole. It was directed by Stanley Kubrick who also directed Lolita, A Clockwork Orange, Full Metal Jacket, and The Shining. Dr. Strangelove stars Peter Sellers in a triple role (did they have more of those back then because now just Eddie Murphy does them....badly) as the President of the United States, the lieutenant held hostage by the man who starts the nuclear warfare due to him having problems in the bedroom, and the wheelchair bound ex Nazi genius titular character. It has to be some of the smartest dark comedy ever made. Being that it is based around the idea of war and the people who make them happen it is as potent now as it was and will be far into the future. One of my favorite characters in the film is Jack Ripper played by Sterling Hayden. His uber tough guy with a dark (yet humorous) secret bent on paranoid propaganda against the "commies" is one of the bizarrest characters ever made in fiction. Here is a clip of my favorite part with him.


SUICIDE


Suicide. Bet you have never seen or heard anything like that before. Get this, this duo started making tunes in 1970. The top three singles of 1970 in America were The Beatles' "Let It Be", Mungo Jerry's "Summertime", and Simon and Garfunkel's "A Bridge Over Troubled Water". I know, it's like WHAT WERE THESE GUYS UP TO?  They were the first band describe themselves as punk, and their self nicknaming could not be more spot on. Can you imagine going to see this before some like singer songwriter or something? Insane. It is like a whole David Lynch movie every song. It is all frightening and hilarious at the same time. Earlier in their career, lead singer Alan Vega used to bring a giant motorcycle chain with him to whip at the audience. The motorcycle culture seems to be apparent in their tunes too. Phil Spector, Wendy Carlos' Clockwork Orange soundtrack, My Boyfriend's Back, The Wild One, and Terry Riley all seem to have an active footing in their sound. It makes me curious as to why no one sounds like this today. Their tunes still seem like the soundtrack to some dystopian future we have yet to delve headfirst into. Here is Martin Rev, Glenn Branca and Jim Jarmusch talking about them with some ridiculous footage.

Jim Rugg's Ballpoint Pen Masterpieces


Came across these big bunches of gorgeousnesses recently. Jim Rugg is an artist from Pittsburgh  who has an upcoming show where all he uses to make art are ballpoint pens and notebook paper. I used to use the same medium back in school and they looked nothing like this. I am seriously in awe of these so much that I am not sure what can be said about them. Remember those pens though? The ones with the multicolored ink, and hey would have like little buttons on the side where you could push and that particular color would come out? I probably ran through twenty of those in the early nineties. Along with slap bracelets. Also, a deer shooting an automatic weapon is always a good call image wise. It's either Bambi versus Godzilla or that.  Here is the press release for the art show: "The title is pretty self-explanatory, as "NOTEBOOK NERD" almost says it all. JIM RUGG, the Swiss Army Knife of artists (and longtime iam8bit collaborator), gives us an insane perspective inside his brainhole, exposing the terrors and delights that populate his thoughts every, single day. While his comics "Street Angel" and "Afrodisiac" have already been dubbed classics by the indie scene, Rugg's art in this show is different. It's truly an exercise in precision. His only tool: the mighty ballpoint pen; and his unlikely canvas - spiral-bound notebook paper"

Raymond Pettibon

Speaking of OFF! and just end all formative things, they have Raymond Pettibon doing their art work for their album covers. Dude is a national treasure. Pettibon started out doing flyers and he logo for his brother's band Black Flag in the early eighties. I assume that he just used black and white ink and brush technique because it was cheaper to make black and white copies of the flyers, but maybe it was an aesthetic choice. Either way, his images have the most impact on me of maybe all artists.Just stark and brutal imagery with maybe a little caption to make it more disturbing. They are almost elementary in the little bit any greay or hatching of the line is used to make the images have depth. You can tell that someone made the image, and yet it doesn't take the effect away that draws the viewer in. Everything is so inherently violent and sexual. The darkness is pure black, and yet it is not quite as frightening of what lurks in the light. You can see the influence of American Romance and horror comics as well as a healthy dose of early seventies acid damaged California in there. Every on of these makes me scared of my neighbors, and maybe that is their intent.



OFF!



Spin Magazine is streaming the new OFF! self titled album online here: http://www.spin.com/articles/hear-offs-ferocious-self-titled-lp . It, no shocker, is wonderful. It is thirty minutes long, and just perfect. OFF(I'm skipping the exclamation point from here on out) is something of a punk rock supergroup. They are The Traveling Willburys of power chords. Okay, not exactly. OFF is Keith Morris of seminal California hardcore band The Circle Jerks/ Original vocalist of Black Flag on vocals, Steve McDonald from Red Cross/ Red Kross on bass, Dimitro Coats of The Burning Brides on guitar, and Mario Rubacalba of Rocket from the Crypt/ Hot Snakes on drums. Sixteen songs in thrirty minutes,. You do the math. West coast hardcore punk rock is a super big deal to me. The first cd I purchased for myself was a compilation cd called Seven Inch Wonders of the World from CA's SST Records. That night I also watched Penelope Spheeris' Decline of the Western Civilization (which featured the Circle Jerks), and that was just the end for me. With this album Morris seems to be waxing philosophically about growing old a bit. In the punk rock "scene" they are a bit of an anomoly. No fashion haircuts or pretty choruses. No songs about wanting to date the pretty girl in your high school even though you are a thirty year old man. Just discontent in spades. It will burn your ears off.

I Want Some Mexican Food

One tripas and two carnitas, please. Tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, tacos, and more tacos.

Peel


So, The Space just released John Peel's record collection here: http://thespace.org/items/s000004u . It might be the most gorgeous thing I have ever seen. It contains over 26,000 LPs, 40,000 singles and many thousands of CDs. In addition to that, the site has links to his legendary Peel Sessions, which everyone from The Who to Bowie to T Rex to Killing Joke to Jesus Lizard Nirvana to The Hot Snakes has made. This is a veritable feast of rock and roll from someone who truly loves the subject and not just for the riches or celebrity it might help you achieve. Plus, there are documentaries and photographs. Dude was a treasure to the world to say the least. If I had not started looking through these I might have had more blogs up for my future grading in my English class. Sidenote: donnot choose a subject you might find boring to write a 1500 word paper about because you will regret the hell out of it about 900 words in. 600 words could not be further away. I hope my lethargy is not glaringly obvious when it comes to teach grading the bad boy. At least I have these sessions to keep me company. 

Cable



Cox found out we weren't telling them about how we were getting cable without paying for it. Are you supposed to pay for it now? I thought it was a free service. Anyways, now we can stream youtube in the bedroom. Watching Replacements videos instead of Fox News. That is really pretty good for everybody. It should cut down on my griping about Fox News and getting caught up on marathons of America's Next Top Model, some show with rich women fighting on Bravo, cartoons, or Mob Wives. Speaking of cartoons, my current favorite is Adventure Time, and it is insane. I have no clue how someone tricked the network into thinking that surreal chunk of id was possibly a children's cartoon. It is the story of a young boy with a sword swashbuckling with his magical, talking dog with mutated limbs. There is musical interludes, rainbow unicorns, ice kings, kings of ice, miniature kitty assassins, valley girl space cloud hipsters, warrior hot dogs, disembodied wolf heads, a candy kingdom, and princesses of every shape and size you could imagine. One day I hope it will usurp the throne currently held by Ben 10 as my kid's favorite cartoon because I am not sure if I could watch enough of them. No, I really could not.

Made a Lil' Minicomic


Made a comic for my Intro to Art class that I presented today. I think it went over pretty well. Mr. Smith made a crack about me drawing him in it smoking something illicit or something (he might have been "reefering" or referring to the antagonist's toothpick). Puns for days, guys. Dude was a pretty awesome teacher. Crazy, but awesome. I don't know if taking two classes a semester by the same teacher is a good idea though. The comic was inspired by a lecture where he was talking about virtuoso musicians and wanting to have Carlos Santana play for him. Add a sprinkling of Sergio Leone, Kenneth Anger, Robert Crumb, Jack Kirby, whatever I have taken in in the visual sense for the past thirty years and a healthy smattering of black and grey and it is done. As a bonus for myself, I also drew in a small, shirtless boy smoking cigarettes with crossed eyes. Probably a cue to El Topo by Alejandro Jodorowsky. I think the first page and the one with dude melting came off the best. I passed one out to everyone in class, and only got one returned even though I told them that they should return them if they would not keep them. That is just not too shabby. That is about a ninety-seven percent success rate. Also, got another request for a collaboration on future work. Maybe I can get away with doing this.

Tony Salmons



My favorite comic book artists doesn't get any work nowadays even though I think he is a genius. Look at those images above and tell me everything about it isn't just jumping out and punching you in the face. I guess Mr. Salmons isn't so interested in doing what the powers that be in comic book companies telling what to do when it comes to his art, and that has burned the hell out of a ton of bridges. I bet cold cash if some company just gave him some cash to do what he liked when it came to comics they would get a classic work that would catch on and provide them with a little extra cred eventually. When I make art nowadays I have to consciously remind myself to not straight rip him off line for line. His work is like Jack Kirby(who I posted some work from in my first post) on psilocybin, but with some narcotic addictive quality. I search out this man's work with a frothy mouth. Anyways, I recommend that whoever you are hunt out this dude's stuff as soon as possible and relish in it. I wish there were a hundred of him putting out a book a day instead of one putting out a book a decade.

Kenneth Anger

Satanist, homosexual, underground filmmaker Kenneth Anger is insane...and an American treasure. Dude has been making movies since the late forties that are filled with magical rituals, rock and roll, sex, gay sex, and generally disturbing images. I can't recommend him enough. Especially his 1964 film Scorpio Rising. There is no dialogue in the film. Just images. The soundtrack is all late fifties and early sixties rock and roll, soul, and doo wop hits that couldn't have been okayed for inclusion in the movie. The images are just devils, bikers, bulging pants, motorbikes, Brando, stunt riding, leather, leather, and more leather. The quick cuts from image to image set to music would have to be a great influence to MTV in the future, but I don't see to many of its descendants in popular culture. Maybe I dig it so much because I was born in November. Can't say I am too into leather or motorcycles or Satan or anything. I guess Anger retired from filmmaking after 1972's Lucifer Rising. Lucifer Rising has the pretty awesome distinction of being the only film whose soundtrack was recorded in prison by Charles Manson follower Bobby Beausoleil.Super disturbing and ultra crazy stuff. I am starting to wonder if I like normal things as well.

I Don't Much Care for The Sex Pistols

When I was younger punk rock was all that mattered, but I just could never get into the Sex Pistols. Not that they are bad or anything, but have you heard some of the English bands also coming out around that time? Jeez. Stuff that is just snotty and scrawny Brit dudes all the same, but catchier, scarier, and newer. Probably snottier too. What is it that there are still little dude's in America wearing safety pins, chain necklaces, and spikey hair?
I just bring it up because I saw a kid today dressed exactly like that with a Sid Vicious shirt on. I figured the trend would die when, you know, the internet came around. I mean, what could be ineffectual to a kid in the northwesternest southern state in America than a pop song called "God Save the Queen"? It's perplexing.
At least the kid isn't listening to country music, I guess. As far as I can tell if you really want to bum normal people out in Oklahoma you should be a woman. People around here REALLY seem to hate that. Jazz, people probably can't stand that either. Get into free jazz and dress like a woman. Then, people will be scared.

Cigarettes Suck

Oh, smoking. I have been smoking for coming up on twenty years of my life. Like an idiot. There was a cute girl in sixth grade. She was taller than everyone else, and could have been a model. Everyday after school she would be out past the playground smoking cigarettes she probably stole from her mother. I had to hang out with her, and inevitably I went over to her and "bummed" a cigarette. Our relationship became a tiny footnote, but the smoking stuck around. Pretty soon I found the gas station up the street would sell me cigs no matter my age for an additional fifty cents or so in tax. I would sneak them passed my mother. Constant handwashing and cologne was a must. I was in choir. Cigarettes screwed that up. I used to be the second fastest kid in class. Cigarettes screwed that too. I still spend a stupid amount of money on cigarettes. I tried rolling my own for a while. That sure received some interesting looks from people. Waking up with your chest constantly congested is wearing pretty thin. My son is four and already gives me crap about quitting smoking. He is already smarter than me. Bummer.

Blondie

Debbie Harry was totally my first girlfriend. I have celebrated that by never dating another blonde girl for the rest of my life. Their Sex Offender/ In the Flesh single is the bee's knees. It totally apes Phil Spector's jams, but has that rad late seventies/early eighties synth and digital reverb thing going for it. The set up for this video kind of makes me think of the anti-robert Palmer. She kind has this Jersey accent and seems like the type of lady who smokes and chews gum a good amount of the time. Maybe she has a switchblade. As another bonus, she hund out in the early eighties NY art scene with Basquiat, Warhol, Haring, and Fab Five Freddy. Blondie even mentioned Fab Five Freddy in their rap/disco hybrid "Rapture". I am pretty sure that predates the Aerosmith and Run DMC collaboration. It was a cooler songs for sure. I sure donnot like that Aerosmith.Time hasn't changed my feelings for my crush. She would do other rad things outside of music like play parts in Cronenberg and John Water's films. Just coolness incarnate. I like how her boyfriend was the dorky guitarist with the big shnozzola. People should buy more of these people's albums where they can have more money.

Jean Henri Gaston Giraud (8 May 1938 – 10 March 2012)[cont.]

When my mother would bring me to places with a magazine rack I would inevitably peruse a copy of Heavy Metal magazine. It always had loads of sex in violence in it, and I would sneak it when no one was looking. Moebius created Heavy Metal in France as Metal Hurlant, and it totally changed comic books forever there and abroad. I believe it was Moebius' work for this magazine that drew me in. Every once and a while there would be sex and violence, but under this beautiful veneer. Every impressionistic shape made with his brush or pen implied much more than what was on the page. I have spent hours of time staring at his grass or a scribble that makes up a shadow. It was like the Renaissance figures placed through a Charles Shultz's Peanuts filter or something. Supposedly, George Lucas ripped off works of Moebius for Star Wars. Other things that has supposedly ripped off Moebius in pop culture? Blade Runner, David Lynch's Dune, and The Fifth Element. He was chosen to design work for Alien with HR Giger. Every comic made after Moebius' work has him as an influence. He didn't even let the world know he had been battling cancer. Maybe whatever controls the afterlife needed some new design work.

Jean Henri Gaston Giraud (8 May 1938 – 10 March 2012)

Jean Giraud or Gir or (as he is mostly well known) Moebius died this week, and it bummed me the hell out. When I was eight or so, my estranged father tossed a stack of Mighty Thor comics in my lap, and started an obsession of mine that lasts until this day. That obsession is comic books. They tapped into an insular introvert vein that coursed pretty heavily within me without shunning my inherit machismo as a young, southern man. I was always interested in art, and ,even though it wasn't apparent to me at first, I quickly realized that is what laid between these stapled pages. I started losing interest in comic books by the time I was a teen, but since I was interested in weirdo things like underground music and art there were still a few books out there for me. The ink scratches of Robert Crumb and Moebius were pretty influential not just because they looked beautiful, but also because they touched on such forbidden topics for the Bible belt. There was the same psychedelic mysticism to Moebius' arid landscapes that I found in the peyote induced segments I half paid attention to in Oliver Stone's the doors or the cover to my dad's Dune hardcover.

3.6.2012




Listening to the new album by The Men called Open Your Heart as a write this. It is pretty great. Makes me wish I made an album aping all of the bands I cheesed over when I was a teenager instead of what was en vogue or almost en vogue at the time. My last band, White Night, was one of my better bands for sure. We wrote songs for a year, and then recorded them for what felt like another year. That was a mistake. We should have made an album in a day with a boombox with an internal microphone and record onto cassette option. I guess we had an entire cement warehouse to record in, and we figured we needed to record Led Zepplin IV or The White Album. Next time I guess. Rock and roll should sound desperate not labored. Even if you listen to those classic super early records by Elvis Presley, Chuck Berry, Buddy Holly, or Little Richard they all sound like the were recorded with a lone microphone in a closet. It is like our ears have been trained to enjoy stuff sounding bad. Mine have at least. The new project coming up is with Dustin on guitar and Kevin on some form of sampler and synth monster. Hope to get Shultsy doing bass on it. I hope I don't forget this post by then, and spend an hour of my life equalizing a snare hit.