Another couple of short reviews by Dan Murphy over on Syndicated Zine Reviews. Read the review of Losers Weepers #1 here and the review of It's Dream Time, Snoop Doggy Dogg here.
I consider it a badge of honor/feather in my cap to be chosen to be featured on the Top Shelf 2.0 website. If you are unfamiliar (tsk tsk), they throw up new comics by, uh, top shelf comic artists every few days for your reading/viewing enjoyment. These are stories in their entirety rather than just previews. Sometimes they'll split the comic into sections, as they've done with mine. You can see the first installment from "It's Dream Time, Snoop Doggy Dogg!" by clicking here. Since the homepage is constantly updated with new comics, I've provided a link to my bio page. Just scroll to the bottom and click on the icon for the comic.
If you like what you see, won't you please help a guy out and buy the actual print comic at www.BirdcageBottomBooks.com? It's only five bucks, for chrissakes! You can show it to your grandkids and tell them that you used to have to turn pages before webcomics took over the world.
Dan Murphy of Syndicated Zine Reviews was kind enough to ring in the new year with two Birdcage Bottom Book reviews. Read his review of 'Tales of Good Ol' Snoop Doggy Dogg' here and 'Old Man Winter & Other Sordid Tales' here.
This has nothing to do with comics and everything to do with pure unadulterated awesomeness.
I went to see my old pals (really, they're old - pushing 40!) Van Heusen, the best Van Halen tribute band I've had the honor to witness. Half of them live in Virginia and half here in NYC, so they don't play too often anymore. In fact, I think the last time they played a show was at my wedding in 2007.
Much like the real Diamond Dave (fun fact: Dave Pollack, the dude who is David Lee Roth in Van Heusen owns a bar named 'The Diamond'), Pollack had a bit of trouble landing some of his leaps-into-splits from the top of amps these days. I saw David Lee Roth play in 2001, and they killed the lights just after he'd land a split, presumably so stage hands could drag him backstage and rub him down with Ben Gay. Anyhow, back to Van Heusen: A mid-air wardrobe malfunction, however, gave the ladies what they wanted. By the end of the show, Caselli/Eddie Van Halen wasn't the only one shredding. The afore-mentioned ladies (and a few gents) made mince-meat of Dave's net shirt.
But what of the music? It was as close to prime-era Van Halen ('78 - '84) as you can get today. I did a lot of ironic dad-type dancing, which I now realize is no longer ironic since I am actually a dad. My legs were sore the next day.