Tuesday, October 27, 2009
I'm really bad at being friendly and smiling at people I don't know, or if I think they're not going to remember me or acknowledge me. Call it being aloof or shy or socially inept (It's all three, really), but this comic touches on that, from the perspective of the other person.
I was really embarrassed and self-conscious when I started to go to the gym, mostly because I never thought it was a place for people who weren't a) already in shape, b) muscular, and c) vain. My idea of the gym and working out has changed a lot since I drew this comic, but I still feel a little weird when I see people from bands I like getting their elliptical on.
I've never tried Beta Blockers, but sometimes I think they'd probably help me out. This strip takes from those ridiculous commercials on tv about prescription drugs that are supposed to seem like normal, everyday people talking about their health afflictions and the drugs that they can take to help them.
This Casiotone for the Painfully Alone song just seemed to create a comic strip in my mind. I pictured a couple of straight edge emo-y kids who met while the guy was on tour with his At the Drive In-inspired band.
Come to think of it, I think any of Owen's songs could probably translate into a comic -- he's just a really good storyteller.
This one probably seems really esoteric because it was basically an inside joke with the real life guy in the comic strip. My favorite part of it is how he goes from a clean shaven man to a fully bearded dude at the end of the strip. I also like the idea of a dolphin saving you from being eaten by a shark, but that's because I'm really afraid of getting eaten by a shark.
This comic is based on a real incident. The dude is someone I met online a long time ago. We went on one date and although he was nice and it was a fun time, I wasn't interested in him romantically, so I never called him. He ended up becoming good friends (and bandmates) with some of my pals, and well, our first re-meeting was kind of awkward. The girl in the first panel is also real. She never, ever remembers me. Or at least she pretends not to.
I became aware that I was making fun of everyone all the time in my comics, but I guess that's what made it fun for me to do. Does that mean I'm a bad person?
I don't remember what "Mothic" means anymore (Anyone?). I do love the idea of there being a community of Dashboard Confessional fan fiction writers, though.
The dedication is to Melissa Ip, who dressed up as a member of Suicidal Tendencies for Halloween one year.
These two strips go together because the first strip -- a comic about John Olson from Wolf Eyes -- inspired a Sidelines reader to e-mail me to point out my error in calling a triple flail with morning stars a mace. The second comic is his letter, word for word, but drawn as if written from by a Renaissance Faire-loving geek. Looking back on it, it probably was not so nice of me to mock the poor man, but something about the tone of his e-mail warranted a public response.
I actually had to call him and confirm that he wrote the letter and ask permission to use his words. I didn't tell him I was going to draw him into my comic, but at least he knew his words would be in print!
It's too bad that my tribute comic to Eran was so crappily drawn. I must've been tired that week. Anyway, I still see the guy at a lot of the shows I go to, but since I don't go that often, it's more like once a month than every other day. Props to the man for still going out all the time!
Someone once asked me if the record store guy is supposed to be a real person. No, it's not. The story behind this strip is that one of my friends used to be afraid of being judged at Amoeba Records, so she only traded her CDs at crappy music stores, like Sam Goody or the Wherehouse. As she was a self-proclaimed yuppie-raver type, I guess her fears were warranted.
I was really fascinated with Slash from Guns N Roses at the time I drew this strip. He was on my radar because it was around the time that Velvet Revolver had their first hit on MTV. I love that he oozes sex, sleaze and apathy, and all without irony. Anyway, somehow I came up with the phrase "born of Snakepit" to describe a Slash-like person, and that's what this comic strip is all about.
Featuring bands you like in comics is fun, so I did it as often as I could. This comic is about the time I didn't see Friends Forever. Sad and true. It's also about how shows can go on way too late and how most people don't have the patience/stamina to stay to see the last band play.
When I was working at the SFBG I was going to 3-5 shows a week. Since I wasn't making much scrilla and a lot of bookers were generous in offering me list, I often would take them up on the offer, or else ask nicely to be put on the list for shows. I tried not to abuse the power of the press, but sometimes I ended up feeling like an asshole, especially when a booker or publicist would forget to put me on the list and I'd have to insist my way in at the door. It didn't always work, and in the end, I learned to print out e-mails as proof.
This comic is loosely based on a true story. This guy and I went to see a Ruins show at the Covered Wagon and he went on a tirade about how much he hated encores. I don't think he actually said the thing about "shooting your wad" and I don't think he actually shushed me to listen to an encore, but something about his self-righteousness inspired me to draw this. I always wondered if he saw the comic and knew it was about him -- the Brain Bombs t-shirt was a big hint.
Funny thing is, before I knew him I didn't really mind encores, but ever since he said it, I have no patience for encores either.
The Web site where I put up my old comic strip, From the Sidelines, is defunct so I'm going to put them all up on this blog. Except for the first one, they are not in order of when they were published because I'm too lazy. I hope you enjoy them anyway, and perhaps one day I'll start a new comic.