Well, at least today’s strip made it easy to choose a post title. I don’t feel like I had any other choice.
As far as the strip goes, is this really more feminine and more hopeful than Atomik Komix’s previous climage damate covers? (Eh and Eh are my answers) More importantly, is this the kind of cover Chester can be deadly serious about? Yeah, probably. Chester, introduced as an unscrupulous and unpleasant wheeler-dealer, is pretty much the most laid back boss ever these days.
Pete should leave the snark to us. For one thing, baked potatoes are delicious and this strip suffers greatly in comparison to them. For another, all this damate climage comic business was Pete’s idea in the first place. And above all, Ruby’s given him some prime snark ammunition by drawing some planet that does not appear in almost any way to be earth and he just completely misses it. Leave the wisecracks to the professionals in our comment section next time, Pete.
Son of Stuck Funky 
This is one of the dumbest things I’ve ever seen, not just in FW, but anywhere. Ruby “feminized” the Elementals by having The Scorch draw a big fire heart? Is Ruby actually an eleven year old girl trapped in a ninety-seven year old body? Yuck.
And what in f*ck’s name is Pete TALKING about? Why would a baked potato be a “better image”? A “better image” of what? And if he’s trying to make a joke here, huh? What exactly is he trying to say here? That the female superhero should be home in the kitchen, baking up some potatoes for her male partner? How very regressive. Shame on you, Pete, shame on you. This is 2022 for God’s sake, and the women of FW have long ago fought for and earned the right to be as boring and stupid as the men folk are.
In reference to “baked potato,” one infers that Batiuk reads the comment regarding his aging female characters, and had Pete-Summer reference them somehow, only he completely Batuik’d it.
You want a baked potato, Mopey Pete? Try some old-fashioned freebasing. (Yes, I’m picking on him.)
“Save our baked potato.” “We(heart)baked potatoes.” Epicus Doomus I share your anger and I welcome your mocking ways, William Thompson. The whole crew deserves to be picked on mercilessly. As you say, E.D., “a feminine touch” is nothing more than a heart image. Otherwise, Scorch is drawn just like every other female superhero ever drawn by dudes.
If TB can’t get over his addiction to depicting a childish fantasy world of how comics are created, the least he could do is depict Ruby as an actual human being. As was discussed yesterday, that hat suggests a bit of radicalism in her past, wouldn’t that make for a good dynamic in the bullpen: the counterpoint (counterculture) to the point (mainstream culture) the rest of the crew represents? Ha, ha. Of course not.
As so many of you have pointed out, TomBat could care less about stories, including the ones in which his own characters live. It’s all about covers.
Meanwhile, I wonder how the closing of Montoni’s is coming along. Are Les and Cayla helping Funky and crew pack and clean? Did that auction ever end? Did it even begin? Again, it’s just so bizarre how in his 50th year he shows so little interest in the characters that started it all, or even in their children.
Of course, this looks nothing at all like Ruby’s previous covers, so at least the continuity is still Batuik’d.
Batuik as verb. Nice! I trust it can apply to clunky prose, as well as to incongruous narration. Ex: “Cheesy-kun, your essay applying a Foucauldian analysis to ‘house rules’ is rather Batuik’d. You need to reduce the word count by at least two-thirds, for starters.”
No, you would need to increase your word count!
I did. I’d Batuik’d the first draft so my editor told me to reduce the count.
Oh, and anyone who would pay four dollars for this is the same sort of person who would leave glowing reviews on Amazon for Batiuk’s, uh, “leavings.”
How do you get fire in the vacuum of space and how do you keep it burning without a source of fuel and oxidizer? How does Scorch keep from dying of anoxia/having her bodily fluids boil away/not die from radiation (she’s clearly in the region of the lower van Allen belt)/getting a quick and crispy sunburn from being exposed to the sun’s unfiltered UV-A, UV-B and UV-C light?/maneuver like a skywriting aeroplane without any means of propulsion (seriously, Batiuk, do you have any notion of how things work in space? Or are you going to cite Fig Newton’s laws of physics?)
Scorch must have left one hell of a carbon footprint to get to escape velocity.
Her feet are on fire, she leaves carbon footprints everywhere she walks.
(This is the kind of gag TB wouldn’t have passed up in Act I or even early Act II, not this baked potato nonsense.)
The answer to all of these questions, of course, is “Scorch has powers”. Which then begs the question: if the Scorch has all of these powers that defy the laws of the universe, shouldn’t these science-defying powers be able to do something about law-following climate change?
“Unfortunately, Scorch, our Elemental powers derive from the way our metabolisms use delirium-369, the most benign isotope in the universe. Humanity is not ready for the secret of manufacturing this isotope, even though nothing else can save these pathetic wankers.”
“Are you even trying to make sense, Dirtball?”
“Don’t blame me, I don’t write this crap.”
I assumed their powers came from the hard-to-obtain element Illudium Phosdex, “the shaving cream atom.”
I claim this world for J.J. O’Malley!
Yeah, outer space is basically Hell.
It really is. Read any account of anyone who’s done a spacewalk or even gone into space. It’s terrifying. My favorite story is about Yuri Gagarin, who did the first spacewalk. His suit inflated once he got out of the spaceship, and he couldn’t get back in. To re-enter the ship, he had let enough air out of his suit to shrink it enough to fit. Fortunately, he was able to do this without dying horribly from lack of oxygen or decompression sickness.
There’s a great scene in the movie 2010 (the sequel to 2001: A Space Odyssey) where John Lithgow does a spacewalk. It is one of the scariest things I’ve ever seen in a movie. And it’s just as good today. You can find it on YouTube.
Well, Alexei Leonov did the first spacewalk, but Gagarin had his own horror story from his Vostok flight. After retrofire, the service module was supposed to detach from the crew cabin. Unfortunately the cable which linked the two modules didn’t unplug from the crew cabin. The two units remained tethered together during the first part of re-entry, with the danger that the service module (which was about the same size as the crew cabin) could either slam into Gagarin’s capsule or spray it with debris when assorted tanks exploded. Luckily the cable burned through, the two modules went their separate ways, and Gagarin lived.
That scene with Lithgow really is terrifying. I’d assume that Lithgow’s character would have received some sort of EVA training before the mission, but how could anyone train for that scenario?
Thanks for the correction, and the additional story. As for 2010, I love the detail that they had to wipe the dust off the exterior of the unit they were trying to get into. You never see that in space movies, even “realistic” ones. Lithgow’s performance is top-notch as well.
I love this place.
That is all.
I can’t even guess how this is supposed to be an “environmental” cover. I’ll assume “save our spaceship” is supposed to refer to Earth, but I’m only assuming that because we’ve seen the conversations that led up to this point. Without that context, I really have no idea how anyone would infer the message that Batiuk wants them to.
Also, Scorch is using fire powers in outer space. Yeah, comic book superpowers can be pretty wonky at times (most of the time, really), but still… this just looks silly. (And while the art itself may not be quite as awful as The Subterrarium, it’s still pretty bad.)
Yesterday I was on the verge of acknowledging Ukraine girls (they knock me out) and Moscow girls (they make me sing and shout). Today I think it’s the Yellow Submarine which is setting sail on the sea of green and sky of blue.
Tomorrow never knows, does it, Don Draper?
Coincidentally, a Chinese upper rocket stage and its attached satellite had a little “incident” in orbit. Apparently the stage failed to boost its satellite into a higher orbit, and just drifted until its propellant tanks ruptured (from solar heating, most likely). The booster sprayed its propellants into space. The propellants are hydrazine and nitrogen tetroxide, which ignite spontaneously when properly mixed together. Here’s a video of the incident, and you can see there was no fire in space:
Burnt popcorn would be a better image.
And, somehow, would smell better too.
Well, this was worth a series of comic strips Barton complaining about not getting his omnibus, a subplot that was so boring that even TB decided to ditch it halfway through the week so Ruby could take the testosterone out…..by having a pretty redhead with her impressive chest covered in a tight, formfitting outfit make a heart. Ruby may be better red than dead but Funky and Atomik Komics are better dead than read.
Funky and Atomik Komics are better dead than read. —> Another one for the “I wish I’d thought of that” file.
Two “thanks I’m not the only one thinking this awards”:
– BTS: I spent too much time trying to figure out which continent/ocean that planet was supposed to be depicting. Regardless of whether you interpret the dark blue as land or ocean, it makes no sense. Like, how hard is it to draw an existing Earth continent? Maybe Scorch is emojing her love for a planet of Alpha Centauri.
– ED: I’m relieved to know that I’m not the only snarker who read Mopey’s baked potato line as being a completely unfunny non sequitur.
I don’t get it at all. What is Pete trying to make fun of? The cover, or The Scorch itself? It’s one of the strangest reality bubbles ever.
I’m guessing the “baked potato” is supposed to be Earth. You know, from all the dammit climbage.
Huh, I didn’t consider that angle. It’s just so far out of left field. I was staring at it, trying to remember any potato references I might have missed. He can’t even write one, simple, one-sentence joke that makes sense, stands alone and doesn’t require all kinds of speculation re: his intent. It’s always a baffling ordeal.
The baked-potato line is funny if you picture Mopey Pete wrapping his schnozz in aluminum foil.
Of course this week’s excursion to Atomik Komics had to lead to a Sunday Sideways Cover.
I can only imagine that readers whose papers only carry the Sunday strip must be thoroughly confused by the last three weeks offerings.
I don’t even know what to say to this. I doesn’t even follow up on its own premise of “feminine” and “positive.”
Why didn’t she draw some ponies and a white fluffy unicorn riding a rainbow, or have some pretty flowers around the border? I mean after all, that is what “girls like”, is it not? Her idea was to have The Scorch love the world? It’s like one of those old “Family Circus” strips where Billy would “take over” for the day. It’s just unbelievably childish.
ED: If the SoSF bullpen were drawing a new cover I’d like to think it would depict your avatar kicking the ever-living carbon footprint out of The Elementals. Title: Save Our Souls.
Do you know Sandy Denny’s work? In her song “Solo,” she tells us:
I’ve always lived in a mansion
On the other side of the moon
I’ve always kept a unicorn
And I never sing out of tune…
Fabulous artist, whether alone or with Fairport Convention.
You mean you missed Scorch’s sweet little smile? The gently romantic way in which she’s closed her eyes? The way she’s spread her arms to offer the universe a supportive hug? Thank Bast she’s in a vacuum. In space nobody can hear you sing “Kumbaya.”
In space nobody can hear you sing “Kumbaya.”==> THAT deserves to be marketed! I’d buy coffee mug with that on it. In the meantime, may I please re-use it among my friends and family?
In space nobody can hear you sing “Kumbaya.”–> THAT deserves to be marketed! I’d buy a coffee mug with that on it. May I please re-use it among family and friends? I won’t claim to have created it.
Be my guest!
Thank you! I look forward to doing so soon.
The cover reminds me of a DC trading card depicting Brik, the Green Lantern from the planet Dryad. She drew a heart on a moon, but it was to reflect her love for Hal Jordan.
“The Batiuk things cannot stand the light of the Son of Stuck Funky,” to rewrite Alan Scott’s oath.
Considering Chester has that habit of buying every vintage comic and not letting anyone else have one I dunno if he’s really softened. He just has the wacko passionate side for the hobby and how comics can somehow change the world. But he’s still a mad-eyed collector at the end of the day.
On a side note, I do wonder if we are actually going to see more of Susan again by the end of the year. The story’s still pretty unpredictable but I find it rather hard to believe we just had to briefly revisit her to reassure readers she wasn’t still suicidality depressive (despite most of the week possibly suggesting it)
+1 to having no idea what Pepe’s line is supposed to mean, in any context.
Has anyone else here played the game called Scorched Earth? It was a decent early 90s PC game that had you battle tanks on a 2D field and input angles and power to attack other targets. There was a store where you could buy shields and weapon upgrades and such. There was an anti-war message to greet you at the DOS prompt when you closed the game. 30 years ago.
Is this it?
https://archive.org/details/msdos_SCORCH15_shareware
That’s it!
Those were the days where PC games were unplayable if your machine was either too weak or too strong.
And you had to fix IRQ conflicts to get your controllers to work! Good times.
That was a delightful (and destructive) trip down memory lane! Thanks BJ6K!
It is my pleasure to introduce anyone to the archives at archive.org. They’re amazing. It takes a little fiddling to get them to work, but it lets the world enjoy long-forgotten computer media again.
I figure Batty doesn’t pay much for commission (or he keeps editorial control). These covers are always so uninspired and bland. And often look like they were drawn by a teen with a hobby and some potential.
A normal writer would depict the Atomik Komix staff kicking around some cover ideas via wry witty banter. Then, on Sunday, there’d be a cover incorporating those wry, witty ideas. But BatYam just doesn’t do things that way.
But yeah, this one is egregiously bad, to a point where you have to wonder why he even bothered with it at all. The idea sucks, the art sucks, and the reality bubble gag sucks. I mean sure, they’re always pretty bad but man, this one is just pitiful.
It looks like the work of a man who’s secretly rooting for global warming.
Tom Batiuk is old, so he won’t have to live through the cataclysm.
He should be dead within 10 years. I’d say 15, but Batiuk lives in Ohio, where life is cheap.
Tom Batiuk needs editorial control like he needs oxygen. And “Rob Ro” is a real comic book cover artist who does professional work. Here’s a gallery: https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/Category:Rob_Ro/Cover_Artist
So today’s “less testosterony” cover represents how a female artist could bring … well, uh, something, it’s not quite clear, actually … but something to the range of Atomik Komix imagery we haven’t seen before.
And for the purposes of the real life creation of this cover for FW, clearly the best way to accomplish this breakthrough is to have four men collaborate on that image! I mean, it’s not like there are any female comics illustrators in real life, amirite? So let’s have the guys show us how the girls would do it! Yeah!
Boy, this is such a progressive idea! See, instead of having a 36-24-36 supermodel in spandex arching herself in such a way as to show off both her chest AND her posterior simultaneously, instead we’ll, uh … well, okay, fine, the men used that super-endowed supermodel image after all. BUT c’mon, they added a cute lil’ heart!
Whoa! Seriously, does this crew get women or what? How proud they must be of themselves! Maybe one day, they’ll even meet and maybe even talk to an actual woman! Wouldn’t that be something!
Are there any women characters who stand on their own and/or in front of their male partners? Do we ever see Lefty working w/out Dinkle? Does Cindeye get along in Hollywoode without Masonne? Have we ever seen Holly run anything at Montoni’s or appear as an equal partner to Lisa the Actress gives her Oscar to Les, and Cayla….
Sincere question: Am I missing the single, successful woman or the married one who is more successful than her male partner?
A long time ago I thought we might see Les and Cayla’s daughters achieve things together and on their own. Now, one appears less than Rolanda, and the other quit grad school to write a book. About Westview.
Technically Becky is more successful than her ‘partner’. Since he owns a hole in the wall comic shop, and she’s a high school teacher.
Though I guess in Westview things might be skewed to the comic shop owner being the apex of all things.
Cindy and Funky’s marriage fell apart over their differing life goals and ambitions. She wanted to be a national news anchor and he was perfectly content to stay in Westview.
Of course, she was often shown as mopey and lonely after making this decision. So you couldn’t call it exactly progressive.
Dead St. Lisa was a lawyer, which is typically a notch above teacher.
Thank you very much, CBH.
Dead St Lisa’s the most powerful woman in the strip, then. My mom was a teacher for 43 years so I know that Becky is preserving her household’s financial security. Or would be in the real world in a town like Westview (where it seems a popular restaurant can’t survive covid but the tiny comic shop renting space from it can). I think it’s really sad and strange that Summer snd Cayla’s daughter (whose name I forget) were never developed into successful women. But I guess that have meant fewer arcs for the comics bullpen or Lisa’s Never Ending Story. Sigh.
By the way, I thought of your comments about the complexity of English yesterday while my son and I were walking our dog. He referenced a “flock” of crows and I pointed out that they’re a “murder.” That led to pod of dolphins, pride of lions, parade of elephants, etc. Japanese is his mother tongue, but he speaks English with me and he attends a high school that uses both languages. So, his English still has small gaps.
One complex feature of Japanese is that it uses different words for counting things, depending on what’s being counted (and then the initial sound will change depending on the number). There are about 350
different counters.
Anyway, thanks again. I hope you have had a pleasant weekend.
My favorite collective term is the one for ravens, which is “an unkindness.” (Ruth Rendell taught me that in an Inspector Wexford mystery.)
But what is the collective noun for Batiuk works?
A bafflement of Act III arcs?
An ineptitude of FW paperbacks?
A glurge of St Lisa storylines?
An ennui of incompetence.
It will entertain you and your son to learn that every animal’s poop has its own English word. Okay, not all of them, but a surprising number.
A murder of John Darlings.
350 different counters? That is getting into a parliament of owls levels of silly.
View at Medium.com
I loved this article where it goes into the origin of giving groups of animals obscure names, and debates to what extent these things are ‘proper’ to use. After all flock, herd, school, swarm and pack do cover multiple animal groups.
Keisha’s current status is an interesting question. We saw her at the G.I. Joe wedding, and it was implied that she’s still tight enough with Summer to gossip about her love life. This in turn implies that Keisha is also still in college after a decade. And the strip hasn’t told us otherwise.
What a cool community. Conversations like this — which use FW as a starting point, but then go off into much more interesting sidebars — are why I keep coming back. Thanks, all!
This arc coincides with the COP 27 meeting. The cover could have depicted Scorch hovering above it and shouting something about women solving MAN-made problems and with all the women leaders waving and fist-pumping. That would be more of a feminist message instead of a demeaning “feminine” one. I can imagine a real-world Ruby who longs for radical change in the world. That Ruby would not draw cutesy hearts.
So, featuring one of the two XX chromosome-bearing members of Atomik’s superteam qualifies as “a feminine touch”? By those standards, Bill Ward’s Torchy and Harvey Kurtzman’s Little Annie Fanny must be two of comics’ top feminist role models.
Also, “love your spaceship,” while it reminds me of that “Futurama” episode where Bender has an affair with the Planet Express ship, is–as to be expected–vague in its meaning. It could just as easily refer to ending war, global poverty, racial prejudice, or any number of causes. It’s probably the worst eco-slogan in the medium since earlier this year, when a “Superman: Son of Kal-El” cover featured Jon Kent marching with some young dimate clamage protestors, one of whom was carrying a sign reading “There’s No Planet B.” Dude, you’re standing next to a guy whose father is literally from another planet, and who has interacted with dozens of alien races from other worlds.
Oh, well, looking forward to this week’s story where Becky has to remind Dinkle that the WHS band sells Thanksgiving turkeys online now (“Never touch a turkey, you say?”).
And it’s just like I thought it would be. I’m craning my neck at a stupid angle for Pete can make a stupid remark that should be answered by a shot to the stupid face about a technically well drawn cover that reminds us that Batiuk has no clue how woman think and never wanted to. He hit the ground running comparing the women’s rights movement to The United Girls Against Jughead and just got worse because mothers want more than sitting on a fat, smug, lazy and complacent ass expecting to be fed cookies and milk and girls won’t date a social misfit outraged by the idea of having to understand social norms.
I can at least say that I like Scorch’s rack… Everything else today is horrible.
A feminine cover is having both her tits and both her ass cheeks in shot at once.
Rob Liefeld would be proud.
I call your attention to “The Hawkeye Initiative,” a movement focused on posing male superheroes in the same ridiculous poses that men use to portray female superheroes. As noted above, it seems very unlikely that 95-year-old unregenerate Commie Ruby would draw a woman in the classic spine-twisting “tits and ass must both show” pose. It’s as far from a feminine touch as can be imagined. In fact, it epitomizes what Ruby would call “the male gaze” — sure, the Earth(?) is dying, but va-va-VOOM, look at them hooters!
https://thehawkeyeinitiative.tumblr.com/
That’s pretty funny. And, unlike Batiuk’s endless comic book wanking, it has a point to make.
Hawkeye Initiative is a hoot(er)! I was surprised, though, at how modestly most of the guys were dressed in the “male superhero in female pose” pictures. If the costume can conceivably adhere to the body without liberal use of Galaxy Glue, it’s not a proper female superhero costume!
I love the Hawkeye Initiative so, so much. I mean, I totally understand that much of comic book art has men/women/rock monsters contorting in physically improbable ways for dramatic effect.
But seriously guys. Seriously? There’s a way to slip in your cheesecake without turning the female form into some kind of boneless tit snake.
Boneless Tit Snake — truly one of the great unsung Riot Grrrl bands.
Exactly what I was coming here to mention.
He wants to claim this is a woman’s art adding femininity and toning down the masculinity, but the art itself shows the woman twisted unnaturally so we can ogle both her tits and ass.
Batiuk does some great unintentional satire.
It’s no surprise that Batty can’t lay out a cover (you just know he’s not leaving these layouts to the pros). Look at his most recent “Cover Me” blog entry. (https://tombatiuk.com/komix-thoughts/cover-me-216/) He shows an unusual and intriguing cover, and has basically no thoughts about it beyond, “Hey, look at this neato cover.” He never takes the time to analyze what makes good covers work. That’s why, after 75 years of mooning over some of the greatest comic covers ever made, he’s never learned how to make a decent cover of his own. Not even when a pro is drawing it!
While you’re there, check out all the other great features of his newish site. Enjoy the blog entries, which cannot be read consecutively because each of them is a distinct page. Marvel to the fact that if you follow a link to an earlier entry, the other pages shown nearby will completely randomized, making it impossible to find the entries around the entry you were just reading. Thrill to the recent anodyne snapshots of the Akron Comicon, culminating in yet another photo of Puffy’s prize collection of comicon badges on lanyards.
Wait! Don’t leave before you click on the Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram logo links perched proudly on the top right, only to discover that not one of them is active!
Nice try. But nothing in Heaven, Hell, or on Earth will make me read Tom Batiuk’s weblog.
The only one of these Dimate Clammage covers that had much merit was the first Oceanaire one. That one had a clear idea, you understood what was going on, and it actually looked nice.
Both Atmos and Stubby were just “Superhero surrounded by fire”. You had to be told the message was environmental from outside forces.
This one at least has a better concept. But the execution is so bad. Scorch is anatomically wonky, both in her face and her entire body, things are placed weirdly on the page, and she appears to be sending love to the planet Qo’nos.
I’m old, so I remember when it wasn’t global warming, but the coming ice age that we were told we should be terrified of. And I remember when “ecology” was the catchall watchword for saving the earth.
And I also remember specific initiatives, like the famous ad featuring a crying “Indian” in a litter-strewn landscape. At the end, you were told to write in for a pamphlet describing ways you could help the environment. Most of the comics/pamphlets/commercials/ads I remember did have specific calls to action.
For example: Don’t litter. Turn off lights when you don’t need them. Turn down your thermostat in the winter. Use public transportation instead of driving. Etcetera.
What’s the call to action here? Anything we can actually do to save the Earth? Should we all just jet into outer space, twist up our spines, and draw 2-D hearts with the flames that come out of our legs? Will that do it? Is Earth saved now?
Also: Why is the Comics Code seal hovering above the cover, instead of on it?
And why is Puff Batty, who has railed against Frederic Wertham and the moral crusaders who essentially brought us the Comics Code, using the seal at all?
And does he not know that comic book publishers long ago abandoned the Code and its seal?
Batiuk has a hate-boner for the Comics Code. He blames it for one of his failed attempts at getting a comic books job. Apparently it was amended to allow vampires under certain circumstances. He didn’t know this, which weakened his audition story. If you ask me l, that’s his fault, for not keeping up on industry news and/or not following directions.
Interestingly, I can’t find this story on his new blog, though it was on his old one.
Oh, but don’t you see, it’s the COSMIC code authority.
Batiuk didn’t abandon the Silver Age, so his covers need the seal to look authentic. If you aren’t fussy about the meaning of “authentic.”
“Should we all just jet into outer space, twist up our spines, and draw 2-D hearts with the flames that come out of our legs? Will that do it? Is Earth saved now?”
Yes.
That was Iron Eyes Cody.
You know what else that Oceanaire cover was? Feminine and optimistic. It’s exactly what they should have showed today. Ruby spent all week demanding a comic book cover they literally just made.
Batty’s Damate Climage covers remind me of things like “Cancer Awareness Month” and those “Cancer Awareness” stickers I see on car bumpers. It’s as if the problem of cancer will go away if people are just, y’know, made sufficiently AWARE of it. Raising awareness of a problem may be the first step in the process of solving it, but for most real-world problems there are a lot more steps after raising awareness.
Of course, there’s not much comic-book covers can do to fight Dimate Clamage beyond raising our awareness; they have about the bandwidth of a bumper sticker. Batty’s just arrived late to the party; somewhere between two-thirds and four-fifths of the US public already accept the reality of climate change and want to do something about it. Which seems about normal for him–he wants to be seen as Taking Risks and Making Bold Statements about Critical Issues like Cancer, CTE and now Clamate Diage (that’s how you win Major Awards, right?), but he also doesn’t want to irritate any of his non-ironic readers.
I want to go OT and ask what everyone listens to while surfing.
I heard this group live last Thursday: https://apollosfire.org/event/storms-and-tempests/
I heard this band the weekend before:
What’s that SP? You’d like to hear a harmonica virtuoso?
As soon as I got old enough, I headed to the east side of Cleveland every weekend to hear Mr.Stress play his harp. I was present at some of the recordings on this album.
I’ve been listening to Chase recently. They got some pretty heavy air play on WMMS when this song was on the charts. Bell bottoms were so cool.
Oooooooh That is some sweet stuff.
I usually listen to nerds complain as background noise.
For music, I absolutely hate this guy. He can write a lyric like nobody’s business, and it gives me serious poet imposter syndrome. I haven’t even played most of the vidya games he writes songs about. I just love the songs.
Oh no! It looks like my favorite live Mr. Stress album from the Brick Cottage 1972 -73 has been taken down from Youtube. This one is not as well mixed, but it has some good cuts on it.
Here’s my second favorite harmonica player:
OH WAIT ARE WE TALKING HARMONICAS?????????
Nice! Thanks for turning me on to this.
Terry Richards, the vocalist for Chase, must go to the same haberdasher as Ruby.