My contribution to Kirby & Me, a 2016 French tribute to the King. 100 artists draw an homage to Jack.
I asked for an un-inked Kirby pencil, and they sent me this fan commission.
And I inked it! Such a thrill. I also knocked Vince Colletta off his spot as all-time worst Kirby inker.
Here's JD Vance, guarding his parents' woodpile from marauding blue jays. Such a rugged little rightwinger, right down to his $250 jeans and Italian shoes.
A 1963 T-bird. I've been in love with this thing since I was a little kid. My neighbor had one. She was a doctor. Their house was in the woods, so when she came out the driveway, it was like the Batmobile roaring out of the Batcave.
if you won a million dollars what would be the first ridiculous thing you'd buy?
something silly and pretty and fun for yourself. it can be small.
I'd buy a hot pink e-bike or vespa, and give it pink marabou streamers.
This is a really striking cover. 1993, by Scott McDaniel.
I stopped reading superdude comics by that point. Just stumbled across this while scrolling ebay and wow. This must've lept off the rack, especially in the middle of the macho-kitschy Extreme Era.
It's funny about covers. When I was a young fan in the 1970s, they mostly sucked. They were busy, plastered with promo copy. When a really great one came along, you remembered it.
Of course, a cover had a different role in the spinner rack era, enticing us kids to part with 20 cents on impulse.
Heather McAdams, a mainstay in the Chicago Reader, and Takeshi Tadatsu, who I don’t remember. I like this strip. A lot of comics came and went quickly then. If you couldn’t get a lot of papers or branch out into books & floppies, it just wasn’t worth the effort. Weeklies paid shit.
Finally, after years of searching, I scored a nice copy of the NY Press altweekly that contains a (decent) strip of mine. From 1994, gulp 30 years ago.
Look at how big papers ran comics! Full width of the page, 10 inches!
What an era for comics it was. So much fun.
The NY Press was PACKED with comics. A 60 page paper & there’s 8 strips, all printed large.
The Village Voice was 200 pages then and didn’t run that many.
Here’s STEVEN by Doug Allen, a great surreal strip, and Carol Lay’s autobio STORY MINUTE.
My favorite record store in Cleveland, 1979. It finally closed last year, after years of withering. But man, it was THE shop back then. Some good albums here. Before MTV turned everything to shit.
By 1989, I lived in the neighborhood, just around the corner. Harvey Pekar lived nearby, too.
That's the place. Side-by-side storefronts, three full rooms, and a huge basement, all packed with vinyl. You could spend days browsing. I miss record stores being such an integral part of daily life.
Here she is with her partner Dan Gilroy. They coupled up in the 1980s and he stayed with her, throughout her much-publicized mental issues, which went viral thanks to that grifter parasite Dr. Phil.
No better time to revisit some her classic films. I recommend the forgotten ones:
Brewster McCloud (1970)
Bernice Bobs Her Hair (1976)
McCabe & Mrs. Miller (1971)
Thieves Like Us (1974)
3 Women (1977)
And, yes, Nashville is required viewing. She's astounding in it.
Since I've bailed on Meta, where I was previously posting work-in-progress, guess I'll post stuff here.
Pencils from my latest book. Topic isn't announced yet, so no guesses please. Wrapping up the pencil draft this week!
