SosfDavidO here, and Tombat didn’t try very hard with In today’s strip so I’m not overly motivated myself. This story arc feels like it’s been going on since the Clinton administration. There’s no mention of the wackiness of a blind music producer helping a deaf band director make an album but I assume the guy with the oxygen tube probably has no sense of smell to boot.
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SosfDavidO here, and whoa, we’re still in Memphis, likely for the rest of the week as In today’s strip shows the recording session get underway.
My only question is, is all of this going to become meta and give birth to an actual music video or album, like Luann did?*
*I take no responsibility for the horrible earworm that is Luann’s “Hey Boy”.
SosfDavidO here, and Tombat is milking this recording session for the entire week at least as it bleeds into the usually stand-alone Sunday strip. In today’s strip we at least made it to the inside of the studio, where a ham-fisted bit of dialog informs us that the gentleman wearing his sunglasses at night is blind. Just so no one forgets, he even has his disability front and center in his name! We don’t go around calling Becky “Ol’ Miss One-Arm” do we? or refer to Mr. Dinkle as Mr. DeafDinkle?
In any case, I’m going to pretend Mr. Washington is facepalming and not covering his eyes because that would make no sense at all, unless he’s faking blindness like Harry’s faking deafness.
Tryin’ to make some front page, nursing home community weekly circular news.
SosfdavidO here! And from the looks of today’s strip, the musicians are going to have a hard time keeping awake, much less making that One Magical Album they’re hoping for.
May I suggest a cover of The Beatles’s “I’m Only Sleeping” ?
SosfdavidO here, and I can’t resist a bad duck pun anymore than Tombat could apparently resist not sharing the Wes Anderson-esque tradition that the actual Peabody Hotel still carries on. Why? Because ducks are droll and shit less than geese.
So if you’re looking at today’s strip and wonder if you’ve accidentally stumbled into a Mark Trail comic instead, rest assured, it’s just Tombat and his artist friend trying their hand at whimsy. Far be it from this sentimental old coot to admit it’s pretty charming, all told.
And the tour of Things These Characters Probably Didn’t Ask To See continues with a visit to a no doubt very real location.
Guitars! Hanging on walls! Yep.. it’s a guitar. I hope they didn’t have to pay to get into this place.
SosfDavidO here! Sorry about today’s snoozer, I didn’t know we were going to be forced to go back to history class. Still, learning things about the early days of rock and roll beats being in a small room with Les and Ghost Wife or being stuck with Creepy John or Mopey Pete.
Today’s strip is like watching wallpaper dry. Why are we here? How is this advancing the strip at all? Who are half these people, and why should we even care?!
Ah, comic strips about young people! SoSfdavidO here just loves them. Does anyone know of any they can point me to? Because from the looks of today’s strip we’re veering dangerously back into Crankshaft’s turf again.
In any case, so someone can get *some* pleasure out of today’s strip, here’s the song in question. It’s actually a rather enjoyable jaunty number.
Here’s a song you’ve heard me sing too many times lately–well, here it is again. Today’s strip was not available for preview.
I’m sure it’s more celebration of Dinkle, more childish wish-fulfillment, but maybe we’ll get Funky jogging or a comic book tribute.
No matter what, I can guarantee this: it will be boring.
Batiuk seems unable to take any kind of criticism. When I first started doing this, my idea was to be helpful; to point out why things didn’t work, how to make them work, which things did work, and so on. But I’m guessing Batiuk doesn’t want to listen to anything but undiluted praise–the kind he got, I guess, for killing off Lisa.
So now he’s in a situation where the only people who read his strip…is us. He’s bored everyone else away. And since he hates criticism and refuses to change, he’s going to defeat us in the only route left to him: to refuse to have anything of substance. If there’s no meat, no one can complain about the cooking. Look at November–aside from treating a character (from a different strip!) cruelly, it was all about raising money. Watching people offer to sell things without actually showing an exchange. The upcoming trip to Memphis promises to be at least as dull, if not quite so predatory. It’s the way the drill always works out–you think, “Say, this might be promising” and it never is.
It seems like a heck of a way to run a hamburger stand, but then he’s the one pumping this garbage out.
And with that, I am outta here. Stay tuned tomorrow when the fantastical David O returns to entertain you. In this strip, he’ll be the only one who does.