1977 the Comic

Okay, been a hell of a few days.  Yeah, yeah, I’m busy, but who isn’t?  But, every time I turned around since like Wednesday, the hours in the day just disappeared.  Don’t you hate when you have tons of crap to do and time seems to speed up?  Then Friday I was on the TGT podcast talking with Irma from “Imy” a really cool webcomic itself.  I was drawing during the interview (I was along mostly to listen) and after the interview I started inking and I had one of those moments where I thought every thing I was doing just sucked.  I hated the drawing in the strip, I hated the script, I hated how the hands looked (and lately I think I’m rockin’ on the hands), so I guess I was having one of those “artists” moments.  Then Saturday came and I felt better, but then a client called whose server was “all upset” and it turned out to be a program not the server (oops on them) and then when I got home, the ejector pump in the basement of our home had gotten clogged with clay from my wife’s pottery business (she rinses stuff out and after four years, the pump itself was caked in clay goo).  Water on the floor, but not much, but enough to piss you off.  I emptied the sump pit and then power washed out the clay crap.  I was covered in mud essentially.  So, 4 or 5 cans of Mountain Dew later, I was ready to finally ink this comic.  I know, it could be worse, so I’m really not complaining (but sometimes I do).

“Just another band out of Boston…” and they were called the Cars.  Their first album in 1978 holds a warm place in my heart as the last band I was in, Street Legal, covered a great deal of the songs on this album.  One, the lead guitarist had the album and played it endlessly, and two, since our band was Street Legal (a term for race cars being able to be driven on the road) and they were the Cars… well, it sounded good over a fatty.  Luckily, the table cloth from the restaurant is just what Bud needed.

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