Archive for May 2006
Memorial Day weekend, 2 am getting quietly drunk, making comic ads and my MOCCA and carousel show, suddenly remembering how great Ivor Cutler is.
I have two albums (Jammy Smears, and Prince Ivor) recorded for me by Lisa Maslowe, who painted original watercolors for the sleeves (this is in the cassette days) cause she loved him so much. The smartest, funniest anecdotes and bizarre songs (“Bicarbonate of Chicken”, for instance.)
I still think of his anecdote, told in his intense Scottish brogue, about his father scolding him to “go change your trousers, you’ll get a RASH!”, every time I jerk off.
Well he died two months ago and I never heard a word.
See http://www.ivorcutler.org/, please, for more about this art saint.
Never saw a young picture of him til now:
I’m a complete knucklehead so I don’t know who Ron Mueck is, but these simple sculptures are so moving to me. I’m a cartoonist because I like a certain thing very much- that certain thing is presenting people with something simplified, something exaggerated, something out of whack. Puppets move funny, their features are hard, forceful, strange. Cartoons (mine anyway) are about people just a little more rambunctuous, a bit uglier looking and a bit sillier. The exaggeration in these sculptures immediately puts them in that realm of cartoons and puppets. A simple change that gives us a new type of human to react to. I love it.
(A digression: drama doesn’t change its presentation of people. Drama is fast, intense, short- not meandering like life. But it’s the STORY that is changed, exaggerated. It’s the story that changes, but the people are just like life, if you’re lucky. )
Second class at UCBT imrpov 101 class with Shannon. Love it!
A quick rundown of exercises we did, mostly listed here to remind myself for later:
Getting people’s names down- a quick game of yes, and… where we take a place after we remember a name.
Knife throwing game, where we pretend to throw a knife at each other (and catch it.)
Then two knives
The one knife becomes an egg.
These games were crazy. Nerve wracking. We were all a mess after throwing two knives around.
Ad Executive Game. 4 of us get on chairs. The audience feeds us a crazy bogus product and we gotta sell the shit out of it! Our product was a tampon/umbrella called the Flying Rod. Go figure. Fun.
Then lots and lots of three line initiation/responses. Getting further along. We stop repeating, and let it just fly. Then we do initiation, and three different responses to it. Tough!
I slowed down, as I said I needed too, and did a lot better, though feel like I gave my fellow students some really shitty lines.
It’s Skip’s 40th birthday on Saturday!
The series of strips happening this week represents me going more into Peanuts land (riffing on a character verbal tics and obsessive way of dealing with the world) and also playing with the symmetry of Hutch and Blumer as similarly random and often useless poles on the contiuum of deeds and works. Having been formally, and occasionally graciously rejected from the the newspaper syndicates, I am trying to embrace the idea that I do not have to give a fuck. I don’t have to make sure each day reads completely cold, or that I don’t reference something a wee bit too obscure, or that I don’t use the F word, probably my favorite fucking word.
Stay tuned. This is a fun bunch of strips, and we’re winding down to the end of the book, which I am deliriously excited about.
God I love saying the F word again!
Why Hart doesn’t let me post enough is cause he’s retarded, slow and rots his brain listening to old Genesis records instead of digging into what’s truly wicked awesome about this world of his. So, since he’s forgotten, a small list of shit we’ve been digging here at CHEZ OSWALD.
- Ludwig Bemelman’s book re-released But try to find THE BEST OF TIMES, which Hart and Corman bought for Matt Madden for his birthday.
- Dog Day Afternoon ROCKED. Nora made me watch it. I didn’t want to see another goddamn show about New York City in the 70s. Boo-hoo big deal it’s not how it was in the good old mosquito-ridden, trash strike days. But it’s a brilliant movie.
- I’m convinced Deadwood is the best show ever on TV. Hutch wants me to add “next to MASH” but he’s a sap who’s at this moment rocking out to Genesis and drinking old cheap wine. Doesn’t take much to make a dude from the sticks happy.
- I didn’t go to the Goya show at the FRICK though I TRIED TWICE YOU FUCKERS!! Next time you have a goddamn GOYA SHOW don’t have it in some jackass’s basement bachelor pad. Well now it’s over and I’ll have to track them all down in Spain or something.
- Enjoying Nathan Englander’s bookthough I don’t see it is the masterpiece everyone else did. I enjoyed SIGHTSEEING by Rattawut Lapcharoensap easily as much.
- How about drawings of horses by Jacques Callot
- OR DAUMIER?!
- Hart wants me to mention Sergio Toppi whom he was told about by Walt Simonson. Toppi is a master of value, supposedly. As if Hart knows anything except moving ink around with his feet, it seems like.
Recent great line from Nora: “Is it written in the BIBLE that I missed somehwere that it’s your sacred DUTY to BUG THE SHIT OUT OF PEOPLE?!”
Ok peace out.