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| Ghosts
of the Tub #1 11/03/06 |
New
York in the Sixties #1 11/10/06 |
Lives
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| Ghosts
of the Tub #2 2/24/07 |
New
York in the Sixties #2 2/28/07 |
The
Old Ball Player #1 2/28/07 |
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| Ghosts
of the Tub #3 4/06/07 |
The
Old Ball Player #2 4/06/07 |
Ghosts
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| The
Old Ball Player #3 10/31/07 |
New
York in the Sixties #3 10/31/07 |
Jonah 10/31/07 |
| THE OLD BALLPLAYER An idea originally conceived in 1981 as a series of acid visions culminating in a baseball stadium being devoured by myriad, multicolored snakes. I trotted it out over the years in various incarnations, but never as a strip--always something massive and ambitious, like One Hundred Years of Solitude--and never successfully. Reading Robert Coover's recent wonderful variation on Casey at the Bat gave me the impetus to revive it once more. The strip format, In its brevity and constraints, is paradoxically liberating and allows for such impulsive endeavors. Also, as I become an old ballplayer myself, I can with every day see the possible advantages to losing one's mind. GHOSTS OF THE TUB When I used to bathe my infant daughter, she would sometimes focus on an area just beyond my left shoulder, and she would laugh and react as if someone was there. It never failed to give me a chill. NEW YORK IN THE SIXTIES Plagued by the rhyming sickness (my grandfather was an old Tin Pan Alley lyricist, so maybe it's hereditary), I needed an outlet for my ailment. I liked the title after seeing it used as one of those archival Dover photo collections. All I knew going into this strip was that it wouldn't be about New York and it wouldn't be about the Sixties. I also knew that it had to be about New York and had to be about the Sixties. I humbly dedicate it to the memories of Ted Berrigan and Sugiura Shigeru. JONAH The Old Testament's reluctant prophet recast as a 1980's downtown dirt bag. There was no shortage of these guys, myself included, skulking around the edges of the bloated East Village art scene of that time. As those at the center grew rich and famous, we, as if belonging to some mutant race, thrived on failure, hunger, boredom, resentment, secure in the knowledge of our own superior talents and in the secret fairy tale belief that the loser now will be later to win. Dedicated to Michael DeSocio, wherever you are. |
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