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I watched graphic artist & writer Dean Haspiel on the Artist To Artist series that BRIC has this morning. In a lot of ways Dean is responsible for my making American Splendor. Back before he was the recognized great artist he is today, he was our receptionist on The Ice Storm. As we both shared a love for underground comics, it was only a matter of time that Harvey Pekar came up. The years went by and Dean did some drawing for Harvey and told him and Joyce of my dream of making an American Splendor movie. One night, late as it was, my phone rang. Joyce was on the other end and my journey began.
Seth has done a lot of great portraits and whole bunch of the indie film scene. You should check them all out but here’s a nice taste to get you started.
Wow. 1965. Germany. Four American GI’s shave the tops of their heads and give in to that delicious beat. The first punk band?
BankRobber music hipped me to Anni, and I was immediately won over by this song and video. Granted, in my dreams I play a fiddle (some people fly, others breathe underwater, but me, I fiddle). I just got her new disc Rockwell and it is one of the bright spots on the horizon for the weekend (NY Comic Con being another!). I find myself won over more and more by the simple things. Give me a unique voice and unique style, and I’m there.Tweet
My son and I share a great enthusiasm for pranks. Maybe it is a gene. I have been trying to pinpoint when I recognized that they were one of the great things that could be accomplished in our short stay. I am still searching the memory stacks, but this rates in terms of filmed history. I was probably eight years old when I saw it. And granted, it’s not an outright full throttle prank, but in watching it you know rules are broken and fun is had.