MERRY X-MAS GUEST DRAWING

ANGRY NEON DISCO DICK-WHAL WITH FRIEND by Joe Henry

COMIC

strumming my pain with his fingers

COMIC

my only weakness is a listed crime

DRAWING

Pretty Girls Listen to Failure

COMIC

i walked right out of the machinery

DRAWINGS

I Brought You In From the Cold

Valery Gergiev, Conductor of the Kirov Orchestra

COMIC

if you liked it, then you should have put a ring on it

DRAWING

I Will Draw You

COMIC

you climbed the wreck, cold diamond heart still beating

DRAWING

COMIC

shetland made her jumpers

HOLY FUCK! A COMIC!

eels up inside you

...AND A DRAWING

Kicking the Sauce

COMIC

comb a brush around their heads in the morning

PAINTING

Face face

COMIC

a cannibal's desire feeds the fire that burns in your head

COMIC

i live in a bad part of town

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  my legs are so tired from all this standing still

DRAWING

The Comic Man as High Art

COMIC

i've got no houston to whine down to

PAINTINGS

Leaves Fall

Set the Table

COMIC

sneaking out the back door, to hang out with those hoodlum friends of mine

DRAWING

Scared of City Life

TUESDAY NIGHT LINKKNIFE:

PLAY SOME GAMES

Corpse Craft - Edward Gorey + Harry Potter + Puzzle Quest + Realtime Strategy = Totally FuckRad.

Dino Run - Run away from oblivion in charming 8-bit graphics, set to charming 8-bit music. Dinosaurs and retro games. Clearly, the good people at pixeljam are after my heart.

Totem Destroyer - Try to get a weird palsied duck creature to safety by destroying blocks. Fun? Yeah, fun.

Hoshi Saga - Simple, cute, and fucking infuriating; all you have to do is find that goddamned star. Also check out the sequels: two and three.

LONG, TALL COMIC

swallow hard against your inner horror

COMIC

the salt of the earth, and everything is grace

COMIC

my love is the sixth station of the cross

PAINTING

COMIC

so i've called to capture devices

COMIC

an ocean of violets in bloom

COMIC

we're too young in the morning

T - SHIRT

RUNTINGKNIFEFASHION

LUNCH HOUR COMIX

printed in gold, 'cause details make the girls sweat

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we run through the fields, the turning of wheels

TERRIBLE DEADLINE COMIC

Starring: Alligator, Juvenil Madre, and Semicolon

COMIC

take my shoes off, and throw them in the lake

COMIC

and if a plainclothes meets you at your door

DRAWINGS

Your Face is a Harbor

My Old Front Yard

guess who's living here, with the great undead

COMIC

and my heaven will be a big heaven, and i will walk through the front door

+1

THE RUNTING KNIFE CONSUMED BY MEDIA

Guided by Voices – Bee Thousand

As I find myself in the dark and shadowy nether region between the youthful, vibrant scenester and the aging hipster, I am desperately trying to avoid the pitfall of clinging to the music I held dear in the former classification as I approach the latter. It’s important to expand one’s tastes, I feel, but easier to stay the course and utter a hearty “Well, fuck it.” I refer to this phenomena as “first album was better syndrome” or “chronic pabst blue ribbon’s disease.”

Go to any show and look back at the bar. You’ll see them there, the Infected, recounting the days when Matador was still a relevant record label, a faint glisten in their eyes and a Hot Water Music tattoo on their calves.

That being said, I am going to go ahead and recommend an older album (“Well, fuck it”), praying that it does not speed the proliferation of those stagnant musical miasmas.

I’m not sure why people seem to have forgotten about this band. It’s not for lack of songs; their catalog puts Lil’ Weezy to shame. And as I troll the waters of Facebook and MySpace, other bands of the era are well represented; stuffed and mounted as in the game room of a British burra sahib, under “Favorite Music.” For instance, Sonic Youth gets an appropriately healthy nod. Yo La Tengo, also.

But I’d like you to listen to GBV’s seventh album and opus one, Bee Thousand. It’s really good.

It’s not just the simple songwriting (which is genius) or the achingly warm lo-fi recording (which is lovely), it’s the fact that Bob Pollard and co. have synthesized these elements into something that, like the Shrike, exists in its own space. Do this experiment. Listen to a song you like. Then a Bee Thousand track. Repeat. You’ll find that after the initial adjustment your ear must make to the degraded sound quality, you are swept away.

Songs start then end, suddenly and mysteriously in washes of guitar, and then they start again. The vocals harmonize like a British Invasion band and still retain a sense of American folk familiarity. The lyrics are obtuse (Don’t hide / The snake can see you) but still decipherable (Give me time to light / A sentimental torch tonight). My favorite lyrics come from the summertime-evoking opening track “Hardcore UFOs” :

Sitting out on your porch
Watching Hardcore UFOs
Drawing pictures
Playing solos
'Till ten

WTF, right? But it works! Long before “bedroom recording” became a mainstay of the music journalist’s arsenal, Guided by Voices already had the 4-track and a $90 pawnshop guitar out and were making incredible, familiar, and kind of shitty-sounding rock music. 

Please for to listen:





Usher ft. Young Jeezy – Love in This Club

I guess there is some controversy surrounding the credibility of this single’s production, but who cares?

First, If this guy can use Garageband to make a cool beat and charge six figures for it, I still have hope to be the next Timbaland.

Second, I can totally bounce to this.

The Coen Brothers – Burn After Reading



Yes. 

It reminds me of this, but funnier.

COMIC

time can't erase a feeling this strong