Baby, I don’t have time for foreplay tonight. So feel free to put down the bottle of champagne and NES controller. C’mon, hop right into the sack with me. It’s time to get frisky.
This here’s the Monday Morning Commute, the spot where I tell you what I’ll be doing this week. We’re all dealing with that pesky infirmity known as the work-world, and so a double-dose of entertainment is necessary. Administer as many times daily as possible. Let’s dance.
Rockin’/Coloring Book EP – Glassjaw
I put off downloading Glassjaw’s latest effort for awhile, telling myself that they’d make it available for purchase. But they haven’t. In fact, the only way to snag a physical copy is to attend one of their shows, and unfortunately the Boston gig sold out before I got a ticket. So, promising myself that I’d give GJ money when they decide they want my money, I downloaded Coloring Book.
Some of the tunes have a real Latin vibe, with funky-ass claves and tamborines and shit. And then some of the songs absolutely crush. And, as though they knew exactly what I wanted, the band closes the album with Daytona White, a jazzier number complete with brushstrokin’ drums and Sunday-morning keyboards.
It’s fuggin’ sick.
Cheerin’ For/Butcher Baker: The Righteous Maker
So I didn’t get around to bangin’ out an Images & Words last week – my apologies to the six regular readers. But rest assured, last week’s best comic was undoubtedly Butcher Baker: The Righteous Maker #1. This debut is absolutely insane in all the right ways. Butcher Baker is an over-the-hill superhero whose convinced to leave his hedonistic paradise of women and drugs for one more assignment. Think of the Comedian if he weren’t a depressing asshole, but a down-to-party rummy. Mike Huddleston, solely responsible for the art and colors, provides images that alternate between psychedelic mind-bombs and black-and-white Polaroids of horror.
He deserves some serious praise for this shit.
Also, Joe Casey supplements his hilarious script with a (perhaps more interesting) section of backmatter. He details his creative process for this new series as well as his overall approach to comics. Along the way, he drops some bombs of knowledge:
So, hell yes, I’ve got a personal stake in this art form, in this medium, in this delivery system. Forget the obvious “modern mythology” bullshit. Forget the Hollywood R&D/collective ass raping that we’ve been saddled with more intensely for the past ten years.
It’s the power of the medium that interests me.
I’m in love.
What could be better than a collaboration between Kenny Powers, Harry Osborn, and Padme? How about said cast starring in a fantasy-based stoner-comedy? Your Highness comes out Friday.
Goddamn, it is going to rule.
So you’ve seen the nutshell of my week. Now show me yours. Seriously, no one likes a prude.