Tag Archives: Evan Dorkin

10/07/2020 · 7:10 am

Prince Variant, Seller of Collectibles

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Filed under Animation Analysis, Bad Influences, Comix Classic & Current, Faint Signals, Magazine Rack, Movies You Missed, Saturday Movie Matinee

Tagged as 2000s, 2008, 2015, Aaron MacGruder, Adult Swim, Aqua Teen Hunger Force, Bands I Useta Like, bloggers, Carey Means, Cartoon Network, comic strips, comix, Evan Dorkin, fandom, John's Arm: Armageddon, Prince Variant, The Boondocks

07/21/2019 · 1:27 pm

A Date With El Duce

I assert the following to be truth. My intention for decades has been to draw a comic strip about it, but frankly, rendering it would be gilding the lily. The story and the people involved are cartoonish enough already.

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Filed under Bad Influences, Comix Classic & Current, Faint Signals, Idiot's Delight, Nostalgic Obsessions, Thousand Listen Club, Unfairly Maligned, Worst Of All

Tagged as Dick Delicious and the Tasty Testicles, El Duce, Evan Dorkin, Frank Zappa, Gardy Loo, GG Allin, Gwar, Jello Biafra, Jim Goad, Savannah, Sickie Wifebeater, suicide

01/13/2017 · 3:07 pm

Experience vs. Evidence

In the next ten years, the entire experience of seeing a concert will have changed. Forever.

These things and infants are everywhere, and you complain about guns?

Hunter S. Thompson claimed that no Doors recording existed that captured the grandeur of Jim Morrison and company on stage. I believe this, although I never bore witness to the spectacle myself. Regardless, the only real evidence will always be the albums the Doors released. Thompson’s historic experience either died with him, or ended up on the wall behind his office chair. This is, needless to say, unfortunate. Continue reading →

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Tagged as 1990s, Bands I Useta Like, Bruce Bickford, comix, Dead Kennedys, Detroit, Dick Tracy, Evan Dorkin, Frank Zappa, Hunter S. Thompson, Iggy Pop, Jim Morrison, Kyle Baker, laughter, Lloyd Dangle, MC5, Motorbooty, New Jersey, Paranormal Activity, smartphones, Sting, strips, The Doors, The Police, VHS, Warren Beatty

11/20/2016 · 2:25 pm

The Kook Who Sat By The Door

If I could go back in time 20 years, and tell my 24-year-old self that I’d be signing my own comics at Criminal Records in Atlanta’s Little 5 Points, I wouldn’t believe it. Mostly because at 24 I was incredulous about the feasibility of time travel.

Three years ago, in jail, more than one dude told me I looked like Bruno Mars. I don’t see it.

I’ve guested at comic conventions before, but this was Criminal Records. They’ve had an almost mythical status since the 1990s, and their old location (it’s now Stratosphere Skateboards, another local business I highly recommend), which I visited often even before I lived here. It had cartoons drawn on the walls by Skip Williamson, Evan Dorkin and Bob Burden, just to name a few. I want to say Patty Leidy was up there too, but I’m going on memory here. Continue reading →

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Tagged as 2000s, 2001, 2004, 2013, Atlanta, Baby Sue, Blab, Bob Burden, BUST, Carol Tyler, Cut Chemist, Dr. Hook and the Medicine Show, Evan Dorkin, Georgia, Hunter S. Thompson, jail, Jim Goad, John Prine, Justin Green, Kim Deitch, Little 5 Points, MAD magazine, Marilyn Manson, Media Play, Mental Floss, Nabisco, Neil Gaiman, New Jersey, Okkervil River, Patty Leidy, Peter Kuper, pre 9/11, Rose MacGowan, Sally Cruikshank, Sam Viviano, Skip Williamson, Tori Amos, trigger warning, Trina Robbins, Ward Sutton, Will Sheff, women, Zap

09/08/2015 · 3:59 pm

Atlanta Is My Lady

You wanna know how to tell if a city is your home? When terrible things happen to you there, and it never occurs to you to leave. You don’t abandon your home. You stay and tough it out.

There was a night during my stay in Fulton County Jail where all of us were herded into the rec area, so that the guards could search the ward for contraband. Apparently some inmates had been smoking weed in their cell. Since that cell was mine, and one of the inmates was me, I spent my time in the rec room deep in contemplation. As time wore on no quicker than molasses, we all started to chat to break the tension.

The cement room was sweltering. The walls were nine feet high, rimmed with cyclone fencing. If I jumped vertically, I could catch a glimpse of the glimmering Atlanta skyline I missed so terribly. This was soothing. Some of the inmates I’d befriended took notice, and I eagerly explained myself. It was the first view of the city I’d had in a month.

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