So, once upon a time I was selling a poster on eBay that I’d done for some bands that were favorites of mine in high school. And then both of the guys from both of those bands said some really ugly, irredeemable shit online while the auction was up. And so I took the auction down. At that point, the idea that someone would have my art for those bands proudly displayed on their wall made me unhappy to think about. And then, after I took the auction down, a few people wrote to me asking why, as they’d been following the auction or had bid on it, etc etc. And so I made a very brief statement clarifying why I took it down. I didn’t “@-reply” or tag anyone involved, I didn’t call for a boycott, I didn’t throw down any gauntlets. Just let my followers know what happened in as calm and magnanimous a way as I could think of.
And then one of my high school heroes called me a “creep” and an “insufferable twat” and referred to my poster as “asinine”. The asinine thing really seems like more of a vocabulary show-off than anything, as the word doesn’t really apply in any way to, you know, creating art to promote that dude’s band? But I’ll give him a pass since it’s basically the least stupid thing he’s said online in the past two days.
Anyhow. Just kinda felt like sharing that. I don’t really have a point here and I’m kinda too weirded out to really be, like, sad or angry or anything. So please don’t assume that. It’s just… you don’t not share something like this, right?
Fun side-story: One of those retweets and two of those favorites on Ben’s post came from that guy from last October who sent me straight-up one of the creepiest and stalkery-est series of emails I’ve gotten ever and his girlfriend. Haven’t heard from either of them in nearly a year until now. Huh.
I’d give my left arm to have Mitch do art for one of my musical endeavors. Well, maybe not my left arm. That would impede my guitar-playing (although probably not by much with the way I play). But I’d give… something. I didn’t think this through.
The point I’m making is that I’m a fan. In fact, I’m wearing his “Days of Punk Past” shirt as I type this. And he’s come off as a pretty nice dude online. Mitch just got slagged by one of his heroes (or former heroes), and that’s not cool.
But I’m not going to be negative about this. It would be easy to just cast more aspersions and turn one negative tweet into several.
Instead I’ll hope mitchclem reads this: Dude, now you’re somebody’s hero, too. Not in a creepy-crazy way, mind you. But from where I’m sitting, you seem to be on the way up. And that’s inspiring. You took your funnybook-makin’ skills and you’ve made something out of yourself.
People collect records just because you and Amanda did the art for them. I know. I’m one of ‘em. And I’m not alone.
People walk around wearing shirts you designed. I know. I’m one of ‘em. And I’m not alone.
And when Green Day did their secret show at Red 7, who did they call on for artwork? Do me a favor: Hold two thumbs up and say “this guy,” because that’s correct.
So whatever you’re feeling right now, be it “weirded out” or otherwise, it’ll pass. Don’t let that get to you. Don’t be rattled. You’ve accomplished a lot. Keep it coming. Stay positive. Keep being awesome.
In my teenage years, during the storied era of the mom-and-pop video rental stores, my brother and I used to have a semi-regular ritual during weekends and summer months. With whatever money we could get our grubby mitts onto, we would find ourselves a couple terrible horror movies and then spend the rest on whatever generic snacks, soda and candy we could get.
We would then wait until our parents went to bed for the night, and we would take over the living room with these terrible movies.
These are not your typical horror movies. Freddy Krueger and Jason Voorhees were probably embarrassed that their films were on the same shelf as these flicks. While occasionally we rented a classic (the “Evil Dead” flims, for instance), our real passion was for cheese. Movies like “Pinocchio’s Revenge,” “Little Witches,” “Dr. Giggles” were the orders of the evening.
The cinematic fromage called to us. For 3-4 hours, it was our reason for being. There was no homework. There were no real-world troubles. All we needed was cheap snacks and low-budget horror. There was no IMDB to tell us if a movie was good. We couldn’t pull up a flick’s Metascore or Tomato rating. There were no Netflix stars. We would just pick a movie based solely on its box art and title.
Some could see this as a nascent form of sneering hipster irony. But I don’t think there was much to be found. While sometimes we laughed at the movies more than we laughed with them, we were still legitimately entertained. And we weren’t renting the movies so we could tell others about them. We did it because it was fun.
Jason Felt and I discovered the wonderful “Killing Spree” in a similar fashion one summer. While staying with him and his family, we randomly picked out that movie. It was perfectly aged cheese, with a slight piquant nuttiness to it. We ranted and raved about it. We named a band after it.
My good friend Chris, his sister and I carry on the tradition every Halloween. We hold an informal contest to see who can bring the most dreadfully laughable horror film. One year I “won” with “Kickboxer from Hell.” The year before that, “Hard Rock Zombies” was the winner - I believe from Chris’s sister Charity.
Volumes have been written about the latter-day high-concept, low-budget SyFy movies like “Shartopus.” I won’t go into too much detail, but I side with the critics: The bad horror flicks of the 70s, 80s and 90s at least tried to put together an entertaining piece. The latter-day SyFy flicks think gimmicks and tweets will carry their boring flims across. They won’t. The movies I speak of were a lot of things, but they were never boring.
Recently I decided I need a fix of scary cheese more than once a year. More than that, I’m going to start reviewing them from time to time.
I’ve been batting around different ideas for GreenAdder’s Stupid Podcast, and I think this is a step in the right direction. This won’t be anything I do with regularity; maybe I’ll review something once every few months until I get sick of it. But it will at least be something fun.
In the meantime, if you’ve actually read this far, I may be looking for a guest for my next GASP. The topic (of course) will be cheesy horror movies. Any takers?
Sometimes I don’t sing along to the lyrics when I’m driving. Instead I decide to add backup parts that the song didn’t originally have, but should. Some songs benefit from “what” and “yeah.” Some songs need some “hup-hup” and “pick it up” action. And the occasional track needs a “eee-hee” and “shamon!” Try it. It’s fun.
Hey, you’re the one who’s been going around helping people around here, right? The King says to keep up the good work, and said to give you this.
Nothing like relaxing with a drink and a good book after a long day at work. #maturity #adulthood #grownup
Whenever somebody spells “laser” with a “z,” I’m immediately transported back to a world of neon, fishnet-over-spandex, and fingerless gloves. It’s a land where guys named “Ozone” get so funky fresh that they wind up breakdancing against the laws of gravity itself. It’s a world where Coke changes its flavor, then changes it back, all while everyone wonders who shot some guy named JR. It’s a place where cartoon characters’ lips keep moving for two seconds after they’ve finished talking. It’s a magical realm, when you heard urban legends about some kid using a Generation-1 Megatron to stick up a 7-Eleven.
oh it’s nothing, just some contract for a thing I wrote
If anyone deserves this, it’s Mitch.