Archive for April, 2011


April 24, 2011



April 23, 2011

NOTES ON WEDNESDAY NIGHT’S CAROUSEL PERFORMANCE AT SUBTERRANEAN BOOKS: The adventure and exploration into the performance of words & images that is to be at the heart of THE WHIRLING GYPSY COMICAROUSELESQUE REVUE & BURLESQUE WITH YOUR HOST THE MAGIC DWINDLER was sadly thwarted in its first engagement because our expected host, THE MAGIC DWINDLER (who many months ago agreed to be the regular Master of Ceremonies), failed to make an appearance. He did, however, cable me an apology with instructions to read it in his absence. The above film clip is a portion of that statement of apology – a statement that went on for some time, and, in fact, seemed to go on forever. So long, in fact, that apparently the person who shot the footage ran out of tape before it concluded. Nevertheless, DWINDLER has promised me that he’ll be there for next month’s show.
Things went a little dippy as a result, but since this whole endeavor is an experiment and work-in-progress, one really can’t expect seamlessness, especially on the first night, and I expect we’ll learn as we go along. Stay tuned for more footage of the actual carousel performances: I’ll post them after some editing. And a special thanks to my performers, accomplices, and hired goons: Scott Phillips, Jed Ayres, Kristen Valaika, Franklin Oros (who wasn’t there, but helped me compile sound FX, soundtracks, & the AMERICAN STANDARD AIR commercials & jingles; and Adam Wand. And, of course, thank you Subterranean Books for the great venue, patient support, and blind faith.


April 18, 2011


April 18, 2011

THE WHIRLING GYPSY COMICAROUSELEQUE REVUE & BURLESQUE WITH YOUR HOST, THE MAGIC DWINDLER, ESQ will be events loosely based on traditional carousel comic performances, but are also meant to facilitate explorations and experimentation in inventive ways of bringing comics – or I should say pictures and words – into the realm of performance. The events will take place once a month at Subterranean Books in St Louis, and will feature a revolving door of participants. Just about anything goes here. The Whirling Gypsy is funny that way. The first show is this Wednesday; come join us if you’re in the St Louis area.


April 11, 2011

BELLY GUNNER, continued

April 5, 2011

Below are a couple of the pages I recently finished for BELLY GUNNER – finally completed – a story that will be in the next issue of MOME, as well as in my next book of graphic short stories, FOLKTALES. This is my first attempt at writing and illustrating a war story – a genre I’ve wanted to tackle for a long time, but couldn’t quite figure out the best way to handle it. Because I’m deeply interested in the contrasts and similarities of generations of Americans, and because war has played such an intensive role in American culture – particularly in 20th/21st century American culture – I’ve wanted to capture some of that as an overarching theme throughout the collections of graphic short stories. Because of the glut of war stories out there, I felt hesitant to approach a war story until I watched Ken Burns’s “The War”, in which the story of Earl Burke, belly gunner on a B-17 during WW II captured my attention. I was so moved by his experience, I decided to recreate it as a graphic short story as exactly as I could. This also ties into my growing interest in the reinterpretation of stories – through folk and blues songs originating from newspaper articles, magazines, books, etc – that happened in “real-life”; how the topical or biographical fits into the greater American Mythological Drama. The trouble with war stories is that I think we’ve become desensitized to their impact as a result of their proliferation and the sensationalizing of them. What I’m specifically interested in is the human side of these stories: In the case of BELLY GUNNER, how it must have felt to be stuffed into the claustrophobically cramped quarters of a ball-turret at the age of nineteen with all hell breaking loose around you. At nineteen, I was in college. Death wasn’t real. I try to imagine how I would’ve handled the rigors of Earl Burke’s experience, and it leaves me awestruck and fascinated. Beyond that, and perhaps very much apart of it, is the generational differences – the general attitude of the WW II generation about “their” war, as opposed to the Vietnam generation’s attitude toward theirs. And in more practical terms, even the fact that Boeing designed and constructed a bomber that could withstand the abuses that the B-17 could: When you see the condition some of those planes were in when the returned to England, it’s amazing they stayed in the air.