RIP Hilton Valentine
In the 80', Eclipse Comics was publishing some of the most interesting'n'creative comics of the times - not quite underground but way too wacky, gory and sexy to be mainstream, with truly original - for the genre - concepts and characters.
Mr. Monster originally appeared in two comics in the 40's that Michael T. Gilbert stumbled upon and he managed to get the copyright for the character and basically kept the costume and revamped everything else about him to manifest a camp. hero who fought horrors with plenty of humor and an insane amount of references to EC Comics, Will Eisner, B-Movies, sight gags galore and whatever else ran rampant in Gilbert's twisted mind. A fun recurring theme was the splash page's brief origin story for Doc Stearn, which changed dramatically (and ingeniously) with every issue. With the help of his curvaceous assistant, Kelly, Mr. Monster destroyed wild creatures in every issue and, at times, he hosted reprints of old-school horror strips from the likes of Basil Wolverton and plenty of others.
Fantastic artwork that explodes off the panels and runs amok, in the best of ways, through the pages and spills over the mere two dimensions that tries to contain it in traditional Will Eisner fashion. Even the lettering is artistic and creative and a work of art in and of itself.
I don't know if these stories are available in any manner these days, but they are well worth searching out, especially for vintage comic fans!
Sylvain has lost his battle with cancer at the age of 70.
HIs book, There's No Bones in Ice Cream, tells his tale of a young immigrant coming to America and falling in love with rock'n'roll and fashion and he melded the two for the rest of his life.
While Johnny Thunders had the Keith Richards-ish buzzy flash, Sylvain furnished the tasty, melodic licks and co-wrote a number of the finest tunes.
Truthfully, I didn't know what to make of this band when the first hit and was a bit turned off by their lack of ability (although it was far, far superior to my own) and by Johansen's voice (which grew on me, and, of course, I loved his lyrics). I even missed my chance to see them in a small theater in the next town over, which I regret to this day.
He left behind quite a legacy and an incredible fan base. Very sad news...
(BTW, I got this poster from a local guitar shop - and I had this guitar, as well - and signed it with Sylvain's name and gave to my then-girlfriend!)
Joe Maphis has amazed me ever since I discovered him a few years ago and so I have picked up what I have found from this Mosrite Master of the guitar whenever I can. When the spirit takes him, his playing is beyond phenomenal but he isn't just a show-off - he plays with taste and tone and can be quite subdued when the song requires it. Someone posted something about this vinyl record online and I found it at a reasonable price (although the prices online vary wildly - from a few dollars to a few hundred!) because, while I'm a heathen, I am a trad gospel fan and I wanted to see what Maphis would do with this material.
I'm certain that he was a believer and he treats the subject with respect and for the most part, he keeps to the melody rather than letting his fingers fly, although he does let loose on a few numbers. Overall, it's a great gospel record with a wonderful cover! Look for it - it's worth the search!
Track listing - "Onward Christian Soldiers", "A Beautiful Life", "Stand Up For Jesus", "I'll Fly Away", "Softly and Tenderly", "The Church in the Wildwood", "Amazing Grace", "Old Time Religion", "Hear Dem Bells", "Jesus Hold My Hand", "Pass Me Not", "I Shall Not Be Moved", "Bringing in the Sheaves", and "Precious Memories".
This is yet another posthumous release, this being a collection of Buk's works, starting from literally his first published piece, with an amazing amount of items following. His early writings are more, dare I say, intellectual, with several essays written about poetry and its place in the world of modern arts, among other subjects. I had actually forgotten how much he wrote about the politics of writing and the scene that he found himself entrenched in. He is neither afraid to praise those he deems worthy nor demean those he doesn't care for. Of course, it's all simply his opinion and it is a bit, well, pretentious at times, but his style is stronger than many others, so he can be forgiven. Of course, there are windows into the rest of his life, as well - the booze, the women, true tenderness for his daughter, the racetrack (always), etc. While he, naturally, never veered from being Bukowski, his style did - I suppose also naturally - evolve into a simpler line, which is what he always claimed to be striving for. Not sure that I would necessarily declare that the later work is better, but it seems that he did move in the direction he meant to.
In any case, this is one of the stronger collections of his prose/short stories that I have found - pretty comparable to books like Notes of a Dirty Old Man (some of those columns appear in this new compilation, as well), which has some of my fave writing from the man. Definitely recommended!
I discovered this book from a review in the latest Ugly Things and while it is not cheap, this hardbound, coffee table-styled book is mighty impressive and well worth the cash. Jimmy tells his tale in a somewhat abbreviated way with an incredible amount of ephemera and glorious photos of his guitars and other equipment. Of course, he started with cheaply made instruments but soon graduated to incredible beasts like his early 60's "Black Beauty" Les Paul. Interestingly enough, he was fascinated with Indian music and in 1962 managed to purchased a sitar and then meet Ravi Shankar at a concert and get tunings and playing tips from the master! His session work is pretty thoroughly detailed, and in an aside about his recording with pre-VU Nico, he mentions how much he loved the Velvet Underground and would see them whenever he could - which would explain why the Yardbirds did "Waiting For the Man"!
He documents every period of his musical life with exquisite photos of his equipment and it is mighty impressive how many different instruments he has gathered and learned to play and the variety of situations he has played in - literally around the world with indigenous musicians in exotic locales. Some of these he incorporated into his work and sometimes he did this simply for fun!
Naturally, I truly enjoy his earliest work and the instruments he used at the time, but it is fascinating how he would experiment with current technology right up through today. Of course, he would still compliment the new tech with old instruments, as well, just to see how they would work together.
This is one of my favorite recent finds - any musician would surely enjoy this visual trip from the 50's through the 00's. Be prepared to be jealous of his collection though and of all that he has accomplished!