I got a mystery package in the mail from my friend and fellow blogger William from Taiwan, and lo and behold it was a mighty Afro Ken inflatable soccer ball. Gaze upon its pinkness and wonder…
Ever wonder what would happen if all rock groups had to have album covers designed for them conceptually a la Yes, circa 1974? And what if they never got past the first gouache rough? That’s what Dmitry A. Kazakov is doing over at his Unofficial Album Covers page. Here’s his Traffic-inspired Beatl’s cover (note apostrophe). I want to see what he does for The White Album.
Otherwise known as my dream comic. This lasted through various incarnations as it went from something I was doing on the side to something I was trying to sell (to whom? for what?). The earlier strips feature no captions or titles, which was a bit of a challenge. As a few people got interested I had to format the idea into a strip of some kind. I also started focusing on my dreams that featured celebrities, hoping that would sell. ("Who’s the main character?" one editor kept asking me. "Me!" I would say. "Yes, but who else?" "Depends on what I dream.")
The longer story "Tsukuba Dream" was drawn for the third issue of OnLimits (see here), but I think they ran out of money and the magazine folded. This was drawn without the dialog, flipped on computer, and a Japanese translation added. This is the pre-flip American version.
I’d still be up for doing more dream comix as long as 1) I have somewhere to publish them! and 2) someone to ink them! Props to Jim Woodring and Rick Veitch for showin’ da way.
"You Killed Julia Croke!"
"Yes, and we still all wear the same clothes!" (feat. Ernest Borgnine)
Blue Shades (feat. Elvis Costello)
Caught at Customs
Dream Peanuts (revised)
Beatles Time Machine
Michael J. Fox’s First Day of College!
Tsukuba Dream: Page One | Page Two | Page Three | Page Four | Page Five
This was written for publication in OnLimits #1, a magazine based in Tsukuba-City, Japan. It just so happened that the publisher was also the owner of the bar/coffee shop/art house/music space called Aku Aku where I spent most of my spare evenings in 1995, drinking bad, strong coffee and trying to ask the waitresses out on dates. They gave me five pages and let me go at it. I initially plotted the comic frames to be read right to left as in manga, even though it was in English. That was baka. I’ve put them in a Western order now, and that explains why the page numbers are now stuck in the middle.
Page One | Page Two | Page Three | Page Four | Page Five