Monday, April 21, 2008


Bam. Done with. Exhausted. Thanks to everyone who stopped by. I'm sleeping for the next week.

Thursday, April 17, 2008

11:30 PM

It's 11:30 PM. I've got Raspberry Margarita coursing through my veins. I've hit my printing numbers. I've just relived the Boston Tea Party (can I recommend A Leap in the Dark by John Ferling for all your American History needs (circa 1750-1800)?). I've rescheduled my scanner delivery. I need to shave. I packed some serious box. I'm ready for the show. More than ready, really. Hell; for all I know, i could already have enough books printed to get me through SPX (let that thought keep you up tonight).

Now I'm gonna pay some debt. Feel the electiricity.

See you at the show. Or after the show. Or long after the show. Or never again for the first time.

Wednesday, April 16, 2008


The hum of dueling printers fades. The throb of Ellen Allien fills the air. A bottle of merlot gets dangerously close to empty.

I still have to fold a bunch of books tonight. And I still have some printing to do tomorrow. Plus stapling and folding. I'm trying to have enough books done for this show and whatever else follows in the next month or so.

Cliff Face Comics will be at New York Comic-Con. All three days. Just look for Marcos Perez on your show atlas. We'll be in artist alley; I know that much. I won't have anything new if you saw me at SPX. If you didn't, I'll have new shit!

Fanfare/Potent Mon will be at the show. maybe I'll finally get The Ice Wanderer. And the next Jiro Taniguchi book!

And Steranko will be there. I will get hair care tips from Steranko.

I'm planning on being at Kettle of Fish on Christopher St. Saturday night after the show. Planning.

Now I'm going to get some candy bars so I don't start smoking again.


So, due to some negligence on my part, I found myself in a fairly hands-off position in the printing of my comics today. What to do? I could staple one copy of one book. I could try to watch a few episodes of City of Men. I could get some drawing done. I could get some writing done. OR I could use my newly working laptop to make some sweet music.

I did the last one. My first music piece in years. Garage Band is awesome. They actually made a music program designed especially for people like me. People with no musical skill whatsoever who dream of making the biggest, gayest dance music in the world. You can go in and change individual notes! Not just change the octave or the volume or something, but change the length! The positioning withing the measure! The pitch! Delete erroneous fat-finger mistakes! Disguise rhythm impairment! There's no end to the available tweaking! Every time I thought, "Wouldn't it be nice if I could do this?" it would let me do it, and then it would let me do more!!! Insane. And it's completely intuitive (unlike, say, imovie)!

I know the program is ancient in computer terms, but I just used it for the first time today. You're old whore is my new love.

I don't know how to put music on here, otherwise I'd let you hear my 3 hours of genious condensed into 3 minutes. I tried making a little video for it, but imovie sucks a little.

Oh well. Get yourself a bright-red drink, take your shirt off, flex those abs and pretend you're on some Miami Beach rooftop listening to my racket. That's what I'm doing.

Then I'm going to bed.

Monday, April 14, 2008


I haven't used my laptop in months because it kept shutting down on me. It would be right in the middle of performing some function and then it would just completely shut down. Plugged in, charged, whatever.

I found out, tonight, this is one of those problems common to MacBooks. (Last week, I found out ipods from late 2006 also shut down sometimes for no reason.) Finally, I realized I wasn't alone. What a relief. All I had to do was download the proper firmware update that would tell my MacBook to turn the damn fans on instead of overheat. And I just needed it to not randomly shut down in the middle of the download...

Luckily, there was some sort of stop-gap procedure to perform. When starting the computer, I had to hold the power key down for about 15 seconds until an ear-piercing beep started. This beep has a side effect of activating the fans more often. Of course! Why didn't I think of that?

Well, I did the hold-down beep. I got the software update running and I even got a whiff of internet signal in the air. Then I downloaded the update.

I restarted and now my computer knows when to turn on the fans.

While I was finding the proper firmware (snort!), I noticed there was another update that might help me out: a new battery! To download. From the air. Over the internet. Into my laptop. Because we've finally reached the era of Superfriends science. Tomorrow, I'm downloading a danish!

(also of note: I finally tested that keyboard, Kenny. It works great! Music making! I do it!)

Sunday, April 13, 2008


Mostly, I was printing all weekend, but I did a little more violence to paper. One day it will all make less no sense.

An early stage of Page 8 ("Violence Bries Violence"):

Saturday, April 12, 2008


Page 9 of "Cheese or Die":

Thursday, April 10, 2008


Listening to the new mix of Deep Suaveys. To the tushy.

Here's more proof I'm no photographer, possible evidence againt me being a cartoonist too, I guess. If you have to be that way. Page 10 of Pizza the Action, which is what I'm calling it, as of 8:10 PM tonight.

I've now gone two days without listening to the Sian Alice Group's 59.59. I hope to listen to it again with fresh ears. Maybe on Saturday!

Wednesday, April 09, 2008


I don't know.

But it's been four months. And now it's happened. Someday, it will be close to the begining. And then it will end.

Monday, April 07, 2008


Boris and Michio Kurihara — Rainbow
I hate Boris because I never know if I'm going to get a 70-minute feedback loop or some crazy psychedelic shit. This album is not a 70-minute feedback loop, but every song is a testament to stretching an idea out as far as it goes or sounding like Neil Young sitting in on a Sonic Youth session unaware that anyone was recording. You Laughed Like a Water Mark and Sweet No. 1 may have been the rock songs of the year.

Burial — Untrue
Burial finds you tripping your face off in some London hole, propped up in a doorway between two rooms, each with similar djs spinning separate sets. You're drowning a bit and someone's offering you a drink and so is her twin sister and you realise some guy's got a microphone in your skull and he's recording what you're thinking. I'm not sure if you'd only hear this in the best or the worst clubs, but this was the weirdest thing I listened to from 2007.

Café Tacuba — Sino
It would be unfair to call this Café Tacuba's In Rainbows, but it sort of is. It's perfectly fine rock that incorporates all the experimentations of the past in the name of traditional song-craft. But, as solid as it is, there's nothing that makes me want to have their children. I miss wanting to have their children.

Demiricous — Two (Poverty)
Normally, the somewhat-back-to-form Slayer would have the distinction of thrash album of the year. This year, Demiricous proved they're not just fans — they're the last, best hope.

Eric Copeland — Hermaphrodite
Proof I'll buy anything if the reviewer strings the right words together. This sounds like the demos Dan Deacon gave up on early.

Explosions in the Sky — All of a Sudden I Miss Everyone
It's ok. Epic post-rock from the Isis school. Their older albums seem to be about something a little bit more. The songs on this sound like they're trying to do too many things at once. The royal sampler.

The Good, the Bad and the Queen — The Good, the Bad and the Queen
The players keep changing, but every David Albarn band starts to sound a bit the same, don't they? It's great fodder for putting your library on random.

High on Fire — Death is This Communion
There was a long stretch there when stoner metal was getting a bad, radio-friendly name. High on Fire knows we want to swing our hair to some serious rhythm and they remember the lesson Lemmy is just as important as the lesson of Iommi. As fun as the title suggests. Seriously.

Klaxons — Myths of the Near Future
They could've called this, "Album for Justin Fox." Atlantis? Interzone? As Above So Below? Gravity's Rainbow? Magick? Four Horsemen? 2012? And that's just in the song titles! Ultimately, it's dancey post-punk all over again. But, so what? Have some fun, the world is ending in 4 years!

LCD Soundsystem — Sound of Silver
I have to be of mixed feelings here. I enjoy disco. I love David Bowie. I love the Talking Heads. I grew up with 80s post new wave. I like Radio 4. I like Lou Reed. And I really like the way he gets of bunch of these work together in parts. I don't like when he tries to say something. You know how New York Telephone Conversation sucks it on an otherwise brilliant album? That's LCD's 'message' songs. Sing about this mythical 1980 all you want, you're awesome at it. Don't do Magnetic Fields novelty, please. (this doesn't mean the great Us V Them, but New York, I love You? North American Scum? ewww...)

M.I.A. — Kala
M.I.A.'s kryptonite is Arular. It turned out to be so great (once i figured out what it was) that even a superior follow up wasn't going to have quite the same impact. If for no other reason than so many people in every corner of music have tried to figure out how to capture her magic. I really need to hear this everywhere I go, which I think is the way it's best heard; not in my headphones or alone in my apartment, but in bars and parties fixing memories with friends in place.

Magik Markers — Boss
I so wish this album was awesome. I think the next one might be. This one sounds too much like a band with great taste that can't quite get past their devotion of Sonic Youth, Patti Smith, PJ Harvey. I can't either, but I don't have a band. That sounds like them.

Middian — Age Eternal
If you could separate every instrument on a Sabbath or Motorhead album onto separate records and then spin them all at different speeds, under water on the side of a volcano, you might have something like this. I like it, but I wouldn't put it on if anyone else were in the room.

Nadja — Radiance of Shadows
Nadja — Touched
Old people walk faster than Nadja play. Deaf actors hear more notes than Nadja fans. Nadja play at a bpm of about 30. Everything they do play is buried under some much distortion and fuzz and static that you have to sometimes treat notes and vocals and beats as matters of faith. But deep deep deep buried in there are these beautiful little songs that reward you for letting yourself get swept away in the gentle madness. Touched is maybe better than Radiance, it has Stays Demons on it, which is gorgeous.

The National — Boxer
Social Distortion? Sure. Leonard Cohen? Yup. Joy Division? A little. The Pogues? Yeah. Morphine? Ok. Dark, literate, rhythmic, and I fell hook, line and sinker. Maybe I'll laugh about t in a couple of years, but I'd like to have the sort of night this would make a great soundtrack for.

Neurosis — Given to Rising
It's not as good as the stuff that inspired a million metal bands to explore ambiance and soundscapes and noise. Whatever. You can only define a genre once. They're back to being one of the best, just when the small corner of the world they created is getting as big as it will ever be.

Novembers Doom — The Novella Reservoir
And this is one of the band's that best reflects what Neurosis has done. Doom mixes soundscapes and textures and post-rock and death metal and epic narration and... melody? People should so play Twilight Innoscence to bed teenage girls and I think I want Leaving This playing at my funeral. Cheesy? As hell. Kind of awesome? Wasn't Jim Steinman?

Pelican — City of Echoes
Pelican makes post rock metal for epic walks through town and they yank you around musically from one idea to the other before you can figure out what the internal mechanism is. No one is doing fun post rock except Pelican.

Prodigy — Return of the Mac
I can't stand Mobb Deep. I always forget this, and then I buy their albums. I bought this solo album hoping to hear the promise others have heard. This sucks.

Rosetta — Wake/Lift
Of all the Isis-alike albums in the post-metal, trance-metal, ambient metal genre to come out this year, Wake/Lift might be the strongest, if least distinct, and most uneven. If someone told me it was the new Isis, I would believe them, and I'd also say this contained of their best work. Red In Tooth and Claw is epic like Lawrence of Arabia. Wake is like storming Normandy. Lift and Temet Nosce aren't great, but Monument sounds like one built from guitars and howls and frantic drums. So, blind taste test failures, but music awsomers.

Rwake — Voices of Omens
And here's the heaviest and most punishing and yelling at you for being so unbelievably stupid and slow and dirge-like and southern sludgey and insane. This is like listening to an Arkansas mental institute's cathartic screamercise. I love it.

Sage Francis — Human Death Dance
You can have too much of a good thing. With this album, i had too much of Francis' ultra-clever, ultra-self-aware, ultra-scathing, ultra-sarcastic, slam poetry hip hop. The album's fine, but I have more than enough of his stuff now.

Shining — V. Halmstad
Nothing makes me laugh quite like children crying. Too bad, because I think I was supposed to take it seriously. The Swedes need to get a sense of humor before they all kill themselves.

!!! — Myth Takes
I know I'm late to the party. Oh well. Kind of fun if forgetable.



This isn't so much as in order as it is half of what I listened to. Sometime in the future: The Other Half! Sometime after that: Order! Maybe!

Note: I wrote this as an email to a friend. If it seems like I'm getting into weird personal territory, just pretend I'm pretending to know you in a way that you may or may not be!

Now, without adieus, ALBUMS OF 2007 SOME OF WHICH WERE BEST!

Yeasayer — All Hour Cymbals
My kind of new-century world music. I love this more and more every time I listen to it. Top 10? Strong maybe.

Bloc Party — A Weekend in the City
Like their spiritual forebears, Blur, this band baffled me upside my heads because the whole was not what I expected from the parts. But I then they Blurred me. And Blur is never so great that they're super awesome, but I can't ever say no to Blur. You know?

Jesu — Conqueror
Now that you're a stoner, you should listen to more shoegaze. Stoned. Actually, I don't know where you stand on, say, My Bloody Valentine, but shoegaze can be great. But you need to listen to it stoned once before you can appreciate it sober, sometimes. This is very heavy (post-metal), but it mixes super deep bottom with spirit in the clouds/check your irony at the door pretty.

Jesu — Lifeline
Eh. It's uneven.

Liars — Liars
I love the Liars. They went from crap to esoteric to arcane to putting out the best Beck album since Odelay. And a much darker one too. This album was like the end of Black Hole when they come out in a better universe. And I'm like that junky robot with the pop-up head who goes with them as we laugh at the mad scientist on an asteroid.

Modest Mouse — We Were Dead Before the Ship Even Sank

The absolute worst Modest Mouse record (aside from the B-sides and phone recordings filler albums) is still awesome. Johnny Marr! Also, it's so much weirder than it sounds at first. None of this should work so good, but it does. Good on them.

Radiohead — In Rainbows
Well, it's better than Pablo Honey. I KID! Sort of. It IS better than Pablo Honey, but it is also their worst album. There's nothing actually WRONG with it, it just sounds like a mash up between the Bends, OK Computer, Kid A, Amnesiac and Hail to the Thief. They should've called this Abbey Rhode. I'm hard on them mainly because they were THE band for so long. Now they're old. It's a fine album, but it's not shaking my basement.

A Sunny Day in Glasgow — Scribble Mural Comic Journal
You know, for a year supposedly defined by neo-disco and sound collage, there was a lot of hidden spacey, psychedelic shoegaze rock. I'm not sure too much of this sticks (unless it's the only one of it's kind you listen to), but it's really nice and not overly unoriginal either. I would totally lose my virginity to this album and treasure it forever if I could. Maybe...

Panda Bear — Person Pitch
It's like an indie music Christmas album. Excuse me, Winter Solstice album. It's ok, but I can't imagine intentionally listening to it. Unless you're doing something like this.

Dan Deacon — Spiderman of the Rings
This starts out as the most annoying thing ever recorded. Samples upon samples upon samples upon samples of Woody Woodpecker. Fuck off! Then it settles into solid sound collage. Even at Deacon's worst and most indulgent, he still manages to find rhythm — even song — in his mixes. If I gave this album to you as a gift, I'd remove the water boarding first and let you enjoy the best ofs.

Marnie Stern — In Defense of the Broken Arm
Rush meets Sonic Youth! I listen to it, and it's like threesome I always dreamed of. Both exactly what I always wanted and sometimes just what I always feared. I'll still tell you it's awesome, first. It's more complicated than that, and you really ought to pay attention when it's happening. Sometimes it takes more attention than is pleasurable. And it's worth it. Sort of. I don't know how much I'd want to do that combination again, but I'll gladly relive it. Does that make sense?

Alcest — Souvenirs d'un autre monde
Okay. You hate even the IDEA of black metal. Fair enough. I know both why you're wrong and why you're ABSOLUTELY right. How do you feel about shoegaze? What about Smashing Pumpkins? See, this is me trying too hard to say, we all need to come at this from a different direction. Look at it this way, there's little question that Alcest adheres to their black metal roots. Fine. People who love black metal HATE Alcest. Did I finally get you're attention? How about this: They're FRENCH. French black metal. How about this: I'm the most sarcastic person you'll ever meet. And yet, I have room in my heart for unadulterated, irony-free, absolute and total love... at least, that's what I think they're getting at here. It's like a sonic sculpture to beauty. Shut up!

Om — Pilgrimage
In a world where far too many people are doing the drone, Om stands out. If you have any appreciation for the art of listening to feedback slowly modulating over the course of 13 minutes, Om is like the Robert McKee of narrative structure in drone. The Joseph Campbell of heroic myth in drone. If I lost you at drone, then whatever.

Ghostface Killah — The Big Doe Rehab
I think Ghostface is one of the top 5 rappers of all time. This album sucks. Get anything else he's ever done instead (Ironman, Supreme Cientele. Fishscale, even Bulletproof Wallets!).

Wu-Tang Clan — 8 Diagrams
Yes, it's not the worst thing that ever happened to hip hop. No, that's not an endorsement.

Aesop Rock — None Shall Pass
I absolutely adore Aesop, but I expected very little from this. Every album he puts out is compared to his first, Labor Days. And he's never going to put out a Labor Days again. And I'm glad. I love Labor Days, but he went out on a serious (good) crazy on Bazooka Tooth and didn't look back so much as look around after that. He found progressive house and made it hard and awesome again and instilled it with more words and nerd per song than mere mortals doth attempt. Imagine this whole writing, only awesome and danceable and smart. Man, he got my dance on with this!

El-P — I'll Sleep When I'm Dead
I'm shaking my head. This is the guy. This guy right here. He redefined underground hip-hop. And then he does this. It's all kind of there in a way you don't want it to be. It's not even wallpaper, so much as walls. Kind of 'there' walls. And then he does a duet with Trent Reznor. Flyentology. If you can't figure out why it's awful, say it out loud. Flyentology. Fly-entology. Really.

Year of No Light — Nord
I always think Nord is the band. It makes more sense, right? Okay. You have to have already decided that the black metal/post-grind core/shoegaze/post-thrash/sometimes polyp-inducing screaming is something you're going to fully invest in. If you did, you would totally show up when the doors open to see these guys before the headlining band. You might even see them headline if you're in the neighborhood already and you're hanging out with someone who would totally do that. It's really good, and freaking Chariots of Fire on top of Chariots of Fire gorgeous, but there's no way anyone will ever take my word for it.

Bjork — Volta
If she married me, I'd so tell her this was as good as — no, BETTER — than anything she has ever recorded before. She didn't marry me, though, so I can objectively say this broke my heart with crap

Battles — Mirrored
I'm the only guy on earth who knows who Battles is and listens to Yes for pleasure. And vice versa. Battles is Yes with Jon Anderson getting the boot. They're all-Yes. As in, every single incarnation smashed together the way that Union album wasn't. That's right. I name-checked Union in my review of Battles. How do you like all good people turn there heads each day so satisfied apples? I enjoy the hell out of Tales From the Topographic Battles. I'm not kidding. I do. It's all the bad of Yes removed, but somehow lacking any brush with greatness. I'm not sure how often I'd intentionally listen to them, but I'm really glad to have them all up in there (that's what she said).

Pharoahe Monch — Desire
I love Pharoahe. He's awesome. If I only listened to hip-hop, this would be the third best album of the year. As it is, I can just say this is ridiculously solid. You know how it is when there's absolutely nothing wrong with it, but nothing rises so high as to make it indispensable? That's this. I wish it were otherwise. I'll toast when it plays, but I won't seek it out.

Rob Sonic — Sabotage Gigante
First of all, that title is so ridiculously awesome. And If you don't know why, than you know less spanish-language tv than most dried-up Klan grannies. This album is great. Second-best hip-hop album of the year (after None Shall Pass). It's not quite as awesome as Sonic's first album (Telicatessen), in the way that could blow you away with its Pete Rock vs. Rick Rubin vs. nerdz awl groun up first timerz club aesthetic, but it's great in a more-of-the-same way. Which might not sound GREAT, but it was the worst year ever for hip-hop, so "not-disappointing" gets higher marks.

Budriver — RoadKillOvercoat
I wasn't so much as disappointed by this album as I was less than impressed. A little Busdriver goes a long way, and I already had the last album. Again, nothing too awful (at all, seriously), but nothing transcendent. It's more of this kind of hip-hop. In the mainstream, everyone loves Ludacris, but no one should have to listen to a whole album. Busdriver is indy-hip-hop's Luda.

Deerhunter — Fluorescent Grey

This is great pop-shoegazer.

Deerhunter — Cryptograms
These guys should stick to 4-song EPs. This was a whole lot of whatever.

Baroness — Red Album
Remember how hot the Baroness was? Guuuuuuurrrrrrggggllllle. Damn. Who hasn't hit less-than for flashes-of? Am I right? This album is awesome. If there's a place between the southern prog of Mastodon and the rawk of Guns n Roses, than Baroness studied there and made something to piss off fans of either and thrill fans of both. I love this album like I love someone you love and feel protective of.

Between the Buried and Me — Colors
Imagine every form of metal, from Sabbath to Queen to Slayer to Korn to Dillenger Escape Plan to Maiden to Def Leopard to Motorhead to Van Halen to Metallica to whoever... each one has its own radio station. Every incarnation had its own dedicated station. Now, you're in you're car and you've got one hand on your dick and one hand on the dial and you're driving cruise control down an empty highway, steering with your knees and twisting the knob as you're twisting the knob and you're getting close to imagining what it's like to try and listen to this band. I don't even know if it's good, but I know I'd be pissed off to hell if I died before I got to the end.



Sunday, April 06, 2008


So, while I was trying to reconstruct some playlists and get some work done, my mind wandered a bit (the work was drawing 8 million carrot marks, so you'll forgive me if my mind wasn't 100% focused on the task at hand).

This is bad. This mind wandering. Because it never wanders to "Oh, how do I make this Kaiju Jugoruma chapter read perfectly?" or "Maybe I should get my taxes done" or "Maybe I should call ________" or "I bet the cancer society could use my money."

No, it goes off on stupid thoughts. Like that Tim Leong should've said that he thanks Leo Fender every day that Jimi Hendrix wasn't the world's greatest bassoon player, and that's why cool is important. And it thinks about that interview some more. And it thinks about the difference between Casanova and Iron Fist. And the difference between Django and Planet Terror.* And the difference between Russ Meyer and Girls Gone Wild. Radiohead and Coldplay. And other so-ons.

And that's when I had the bad thought. Already, I'm trying to make progress in the gargantuan Kaiju Jugoruma. Already, I have that Perfect Murder to plan. Already, I have top secret thing. Already, I have Action thing (which might take the terrible title of "Do You Wanna Pizza Me?" at this point — this is Justin, hanging his head in shame). Already, I have a day job. Already, I have "Let's read a whole lot of shit about James Madison!" going on. Already, I have a need to see a whole boncho Shakespeare. Already I have the business. Already, I have to print things and assemble them for shows. Already, I need a break.

Still, I had the bad thought. A bad, bad, bad, bad, bad thought. But I easily dismissed it. "Oh, that's one of those things that sounds great and maybe when we're all drunk or stoned or something I'll blurt it for 15 minutes of laffs. Then I kept drawing those stupid-ass carrots and — fucking hell! Lair of the Minotaur had to come out with an album called War Metal Battle Master, didn't they? and fucking hell! I can't believe that fucking Capital One commercial with the Heavy Metal magazine "War Kittens" line actually worked the way that sort of thing never should and FUCKING HELL! — I thought about how it could work. I thought about how I could actually do it as a story. With all the hallmarks we associate with story. Beginning! Middle! End! Pathos! Intrigue! Richard III!

Argh! Then I remembered an opening scene I thumbed for a different idea that went nowhere (all I had was the opening). I could use that. It's perfect. And the Shakespeare is perfect. And the stupid giant heads. The stupid giant heads would be great. But there's no way I'll do it if I can't make them work. And then I made them work.

And now my head in in this space of this thing that I'm already hating because I know what it means.I hate thinking.

Here. SPOILERS! A bad, flashed-out photo of Page 11 of the Action thing:

*Planet Terror actually wasn't that bad. Maybe a better comparison is Planet Terror and Death Proof.


Open up my itunes today and what do I find? 7/8 of my music vanished. All my playlists vanished. Apparently, my library got corrupted. And this is the sort of crap I hate. Half the point of Macs is avoiding stupid-ass problems like these. So, after checking to make sure all my files are still on the computer, I turned to the web to find a solution to my dilemna. The internet recomends going into a "previous library" folder and restarting itunes from there. Luckily, I have one in there from March 31! Yay. Still pissed I have to do this at all, but willing to play. I restart itune from that file. I get the same result. I can't find anything online to help with my problem except people admonishing others for not backing these things up. Fuck that. I shouldn't have to do that. It's the whole point of things like itunes. I'm not supposed to have to think about this shit.

Ultimately, I wind up taking my entire music folder and redumping it into itunes. This takes forever and I still don't have my playlists. At least file changes I made are retained (so I don't have to search through unnamed tracks trying to resplice Kenny's Sour Apes). But my 2007 playlist? Gone. My 2008 playlist? Gone. My ultimate party mix? Gone. Wu mix? Gone. New Suave album mixes? Gone. Wuzopera? Gone. Word is Crime? Gone. Cool like that? Gone. All Metal? Gone. Bar Dream? Gone.

Annoyance? Not gone. Not gone at all.

Saturday, April 05, 2008


More and more gettin's. Also printing heavy, filling the air with toner. MMMM... toner.


Who knows what will get done today?!

Not as awesome as Sian Alice Group, but I'm endorsing Klaxons, Yeasayer, Beach House, the newly 'Entombed' Disfear and all but one song of Fuck Buttons. And Im sad I spent money on Neon Neon, That was... I don't know what to say about that. I think I have all those songs already, only in better forms.


When I'm not running around Jersey City like a drunken Falstaf or ranting about comic ethics or watching Django (Django!) or falling absolutely in love with the Sian Alice Group*, I'm sometimes getting work done. Here's me making incremental progress:

*Remember when you first heard Grace or Little Earthquakes or Dummy (sitting cross legged on the floor of Beth Fisher's room maybe a foot or two apart from one another and listening to the album get darker and thicker as the sun set outside). I got that feeling when I listened to Sian Alice Group's 59.59. It's dark, it's slow-building, it's sexy, it's experimental, it's ambient, it's bluesy, it's melodic, it's noise, it sort of drifts in and out of your immediate attention and it's beautiful. Unfortunately, I first listened to it in the office. Totally not a great first time.

Thursday, April 03, 2008


Tom Brevoort on why it's okay to scan comics he works on, distribute them and take credit for doing them so long as you make enough profit doing it.

There's more to what a guy like Greg Land brings to his page than his scrap, and that's evidenced by the sales of the projects he draws--if the readership unilaterally decided to turn on him because of the way he uses sources in his artwork, then he'd probably have to approach things another way. But that hasn't happened--there's a tempest-in-a-teapot among a small group of people online, but that's about it. As always, if you don't like it, don't buy it--that sends the simplest, strongest message.

Brevoort is only addressing the "aesthetics" of art thief Greg Land, but he could be talking about David Mack, J. G. Jones, Salvador Larroca or any other super hero artists profiting off the work of others. And he, of course, ignores the issues of fraud and copyright infringement. He has to. Addressing it would point a big red finger at the hypocrisy of sending cease-and-desist letters out to file-sharers (something Marvel has every legal right to do) while your own employees add fraud to infringement (never mind the insulting fact that he would decide to defend thieves like them only one week after Jerry Siegel's estate won a court victory nullifying the first moral precedent art thieves in comics can site as their defense).

Link found on Journalista. I'd link to where Deppey first saw the link, but then you might click it and start reading a newsarama comments thread. And no one wants that.
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