Welcome back to Bud and Jeff’s adventures at Illinois State University’s “Rites of Spring” concert in 1977. Bud’s temptations are just beginning, but for a while there all I needed was beer to keep me in college.
A little trivia for you. This is the line up for the final Rites of Spring in 1977.
Rites of Spring VI
Saturday, April 30, 1977
Bonnie Koloc
The Undisputed Truth
REO Speedwagon
Charlie Daniels Band
In the final panel, yes there’s a guy takin’ a whiz on the bushes. One of the major things that got the Rites of Spring concerts canceled after 1977 was the fact that there were so many of us rabid beer drinkers and too few Porta Potties. So, those of who could, we did our business in the bushes. So, the final panel is my little nod to one of the many activities that got the concerts canceled after 1977. It was a good year…
Occupied! Take a number!
In honor of Bud thinking about staying up All Night Long doing a term paper, here’s a little Joe Walsh to start your week off with! You can’t go wrong with some rockin’ Joe Walsh anytime of the day or night!
FRISBEEEEEEES!!! Ah, those were the days 🙂
Haven’t forgot to donate BTW – just waiting to 1) get paid this week and 2) connect with plastic-bearing facilitator…
Your work in the first 3 panels is magnificent! I love the way you addressed the background. 1977 was a great time, and I appreciate your tribute. Keep up the great work, as it does not fall on deaf ears. 🙂
I didn’t go to college, but even if I did, I wouldn’t remember it.
hmm…maybe I did go…there’s a large portion of “blank” space from age 19 to around 34.
Well, besides the over-abundance of females, alcohol was one of my main reason s for going to college. 🙂
Byron, the comics are looking outstanding, I’ve just gotta tell ya.
Alcohol was one of the main reasons it took me 7 years to finish a 4 year degree. 🙂
Man, I’ll have to 2nd both George & tmcelmurry – sounds like you guys could’ve been classmates – hell, roomates… In fact, Byron, you sure you didn’t get that picture from some UNM archive?
I should have done more drinking in college. If I had realized the post-graduation job market was going to be so awful I would have just said, “Hell with it” and drunk myself into oblivion.
lookin great Byron! nice touch with the background blur, works well with your style.
What *is* that thing that he’s poking at in panel 6?! I’ve heard legends about a device that pounded ink onto paper in the shape of letters, but never thought that such a thing actually existed. (Just kidding! I know what a typewriter is. It looks like he’s using an IBM Selectric. [My mom used those at a lot of her jobs.] I’m guessing that he’s at the Library’s Typing Room.)
Sorry for the late heads up but there is voting for web comic of the year and you could make it more interesting if you get you fans to vote for you web comic. There is a tuggle war between Wayrift and Eben 07. You have plenty of fans so they should represent. If you want to… that is.
The obvious Jeff is from a rich family why isn’t he in Harvard or Yale then again he didn’t go to Westerburg High school. Here he could became a Heather providing he kissed a mystic frog oh the fun of being a Heather playing croquet and looking like Shannon Dohery. Saying if one is the head Heather “Veronica do make me a bloody Ceasar and do make it fabulous.” In both the movie and musical seen both who is Heather Chandler even dressed as a Heather but it hurts getting hit in the nose with a croquet ball. So I say at the risk of getting accidentally poisoned “Jeffa make a bloody Ceasar and do make it fabulous” oh being a Heather is so much fun short skirts and Mary Janes . But since Buds in college instead of high school the he could turn into Buddet and become a majorette love those sexy costumes. If not he could be a beatnik chick like in P.J. O Roaukes college days writes for Rolling Stone and the books like Parliament of Whores. If it is like Animal house saw the movie “Toga toga” think phone both stuffing, gold fish swallowing (poor little fish), hula hoops, tricycle races, being paddled by upper classmen ow, keggers. Then toga parties “Hale party Ceasar Americanium” with Drug Clark and his Hot nuts singing he’s got the whole world by it’s balls naked and hunkering squatting on the balls of ones foot. Oh to be young and in college but I wasn’t Shannon Dohery nor had a romance with Christian Slater. Just like Animal house if you visit the frat/sorority I’ll give a bottle of Jack Danials to Bud and Jeff maybe they will lose their manhood and become cute little pom pom girls.
Oh I missed the courses Bud and Jeff could take nude underwater basket weaving in a tank with live lobsters feel the pinch. Other than a crash helmets nude cactus upholstery riding unicycles. Playing nude tiddlywinks with blasting caps while flatulent pyroflatulence, juggling obsidian knives while skateboarding naked saying I’m evil. More serious courses mambo dancing Marxism and tap dancing fascism. I had an alt right conservative room mate he call me a libtard or said good lord when he saw my little pink dress when he wasn’t stepping on my quote little girly feet. So I called him a tap dancing Nazi and was not even a good tap dancer he would say to me “You women folk need us men folk for protection”.