Quit waffling on twee: it's never good. It means sugary, overly-precious, diabetic-coma inducing crap that is in bad taste. Think of the bedroom decorations of a 7 year old Paris Hilton, or one of those Christmas-in-July stores you were dragged into by some horrid relative at some time in your poor brutalized childhood. That's twee. You may now continue, but this little vid ain't twee, and don't go there again. Who keeps letting the children out to blog on the weekends?
re: Lynda Barry. If you can catch her on her speaking tour she is a delight. Smart, funny, and interesting. Saw her last summer and she signed copies of her new book What It Is. Awesome book too.
@Banjo-Sea Kitten: That book is the one thing I haven't seen yet. I used to live in Evanston where she might still live. Got my own signed picture of Marlys playing basketball for some reason.
@WretchedGnu: I could never hate on Chris Ware. Although I enjoy (not quite the word) the equally bleak Rusty Brown and Jimmy Corrigan stories more than Quimby escapades. PS: I would add Dan Clowes to your list.
@Carol Gardens: Oh, there are a dozen or so wonderful comics people out there. Charles Burns, Alison Bechdel, David Mazzucchelli, Seth, Scott McCloud, Kyle Baker, Joe Sacco, and Bryan Lee O'Malley, to name a very few. Even some of the ultra-mainstream sci-fi and fantasy stuff is pretty good - has anyone tried Transmetropolitan or the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen?
@saintjim: On the one hand, I am relieved that it's a mouse and a CAThead, for reasons I can't quite puzzle out.
On the other... Is this more or less alarming than Tom and Jerry? I almost prefer my cartoon animals trying to murder each other, when presented with this unexpected alternative.
During my visit to Tucson, we took a trip to buy produce of integrity at a Whole Foods supermarket overlooking the city.... The cacti outside reminded me of the often thorny music Case admires and composes.
Spare us from produce without integrity. Lying, thieving vegetables remind me of the wilted, flacid, rotten state of municipal government in Tucson.
I must be getting fucking old, because as a former MAGNET subscriber ('92-95?), I'd much rather read well-thought out-but-maybe-kinda pandery-y pieces in the New Yorker or in the Times Magazine today.
Awkward, yeah maybe.
But then I read a pieceabout Bishop Allen in last week's Times and think things aren't so bad.
It's like there are conventions for constructing long-form profiles!! I bet your documentary films or business person profiles would be wholly, magically, devoid of their own conventions!
(also, yeah, as pointed out above, the Nico Case record was #3 in the country last week)
"None of them feel compelled to do the things that actually famous musicians did in order to get famous, like create an appealing persona and deliver it to a fascinated reporter."
Isn't that what I just finished reading?
I'm gonna have some coffee, take the dog for a walk and read this thing again but it seems to me that Mr. Cook is just a little pissed off that HIS beloved musicians didn't choose the right publication to advertise in.
Sorry man, I know it's tough but I was bummed too when I realized I wasn't the only 7th grader in the country who had discovered The Smiths.
I believe "the scale at which New York usually operates" -- whatever that is -- was sold in December to property developers from Dubai who were trying on a dare to max out the last credit line ever given in the history of the world.
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Also known as the I'm-Not-a-Hipster paradox.
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re: Lynda Barry. If you can catch her on her speaking tour she is a delight. Smart, funny, and interesting. Saw her last summer and she signed copies of her new book What It Is. Awesome book too.
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On the other... Is this more or less alarming than Tom and Jerry? I almost prefer my cartoon animals trying to murder each other, when presented with this unexpected alternative.
And lastly, the music is unexpectedly catchy.
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Spare us from produce without integrity. Lying, thieving vegetables remind me of the wilted, flacid, rotten state of municipal government in Tucson.
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Awkward, yeah maybe.
But then I read a pieceabout Bishop Allen in last week's Times and think things aren't so bad.
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(also, yeah, as pointed out above, the Nico Case record was #3 in the country last week)
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Point #2: well, yeah, but in an industry as deflated as music is now, it sorta doesn't mean quite as much as it would've, say, ten years ago.
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"None of them feel compelled to do the things that actually famous musicians did in order to get famous, like create an appealing persona and deliver it to a fascinated reporter."
Isn't that what I just finished reading?
I'm gonna have some coffee, take the dog for a walk and read this thing again but it seems to me that Mr. Cook is just a little pissed off that HIS beloved musicians didn't choose the right publication to advertise in.
Sorry man, I know it's tough but I was bummed too when I realized I wasn't the only 7th grader in the country who had discovered The Smiths.
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It's now crated up in a warehouse in the Canary Islands, rusting. Beneath 200,000 Watchmen DVDs that will never be sold.