Thứ Sáu, 6 tháng 3, 2009


Number 483


Cinderola and the Three Bears


It's Friday and I need a laugh. You'll laugh too at this outrageously funny take on Cinderella from Pogo #8, 1952, with Pogo as Cinderella. The genius that was Walt Kelly...what a great artist and humorist. There will never be another Kelly.

This story was presented with four other Pogo stories in The Smithsonian Book of Comic Book Comics from 1981. That fine book been out of print for a few years, but I have seen used copies for sale at places like Amazon. If you've seen this Pogo story before, then it's worth a second reading. If you haven't, enjoy!












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Craig (ARF) Yoe, comics historian, cartoonist and all-around good guy, sent me a press release on his new book. (He also has the book, Boody, which I mentioned Monday.) This description of the book makes me really want it. Sounds fascinating!

I recently discovered incredible, previously unknown, fetish art by the creator of Superman, Joe Shuster. The artist and his writing partner, Jerry Siegel, had sold Superman for 130 dollars. When they sued to get the rights back they lost and got drummed out of the comic book industry and Shuster fell on hard times. It was unknown that to get by and/or because of a personal interest in the subject, Shuster then did S&M porn for under-the-counter booklets called "Nights of Horror," sold in Times Square in the early fifties. The back story I uncovered involves the Mob, showgirls, neo-Nazi Jewish juvenile delinquents, inspired by Shuster's art, known as the Brooklyn Thrill Killers, the famed anti-comic book crusader Dr. Frederic Wertham, Senate investigations, cops on payola, the books being banned by the Supreme Court, teenage girls being horse-whipped in the park, two murders...and dare I say MORE?

I have a full color coffee table art book I wrote and designed coming out April 1 (no fooling!) about all this, "Secret Identity: The Fetish Art of Superman's Co-Creator Joe Shuster". The publisher is the number one leading art book publisher in the world, the prestigious Abrams. I'm blogging about the book and revealing lots of rare art and info that didn't fit in "between the covers": http://secret-identity.net

Single Issue Review: Teen Beat #1



Here's a real oddball comic series from DC. Seeing the obvious interest for teen music magazines, DC tried to cash in with their own version of Tiger Beat. The first article is about Moby Grape, which Teen Beat claims is the best band to come out of San Francisco. It's a pretty bold claim, but AllMusic does rate their debut album (which shipped only a few months before this issue came out) with five stars.

One obvious lie on the cover: Although the mag says it's "In Groovy Color", in fact the pictures on the inside are all black and white with colorful backgrounds as in this photo of the notoriously crazy Skip Spence:



Spence later attacked the drummer with an axe and ended up in Bellevue's psych ward, which may explain why Moby Grape didn't remain a "Whale of a Band".

Up next is a look at the change in the Beatle's hair since they first hit the pop scene in 1964. The amusing thing is that it still looks fairly short compared to what was to come.

The third feature is on the one-hit wonder band, Every Mother's Son. Their only claim to fame was the snoozer "Come on Down to My Boat, Baby", which still occasionally gets airplay on oldies stations.

Next comes the cover-advertised story on whether the Monkees were splitting up. As best as I can tell from a quick reading, the "logic" employed here is that the Beatles looked like they were breaking up, so therefore the Monkees would eventually break up. Of course, as it worked out, the Monkees actually broke up before the Beatles, but well after this issue, so the cover blurb and story appear to be nothing more than a cheap trick.



The girl above is "Teeny" and she appears regularly throughout the mag making commentary on the bands. When there's a story about the "Two Faces of Peter Noone" (of Herman's Hermits), she says "I love them both!"

There's an oddball page about Zal Yanovsky leaving the Lovin' Spoonful; looking at the AllMusic site on the band reveals that he was more or less forced to leave because of a boycott by the burgeoning "counterculture". Yanovsky had been busted for pot possession and turned in his dealer.

Teeny Predicts stardom for four bands. Procol Harum, the Bee Gees, the Free Spirits, and the Tremoloes. It's safe to say that only the Bee Gees moved into that category, although I actually like the other three bands better myself. The Free Spirits were an early jazz/rock band featuring a young Larry Coryell, and while the Tremeloes were never a big success in the US, their song "Here Comes My Baby" is terrific.

There's a story about the Supremes (this comic had more black people in it than any DC comic in the 1960s), although of course they were soon headed for major shakeups as were the next band featured, the Byrds. And then a feature on the Jefferson Airplane, which includes this rather amusing claim:



Wow, the Airplane not a protest band?

Bonus coverage:

I couldn't resist talking a little bit about the second issue. First the title was changed to Teen Beam as explained here:



Second, DC began to utilize their cartoonists to create what the fan mags couldn't, like "baby pictures" of the Monkees:



A joke about Rudy Vallee and raccoon coats? And no, neither of these issues went out with the seal of the CCA.

Overall comments: Despite some interesting choices of bands to feature, the books obviously didn't sell. I suspect that given their comic-book size they were not placed on the rack with Tiger Beat and similar teen mags, where their 12 cent price might have attracted some girls. The individual features have the aroma of having been basically written by publicity people for the record company.

Hat Tip to Gorilla Daze, who noted the weird advertising for these issues which inspired me to dig out the scans of this very unusual DC publication.

More discussion of these two issues here.

Thứ Năm, 5 tháng 3, 2009

#138. The Mask of Zorro - Dell #228






The Mark of Zorro # 228 (1949) Dell - 31.24 MB

(New scans)

It's contributed by Srikanth. All credits to him.

About My Comics History

The earliest I can remember comic books was from when we would go visit my grandparents at Oneida Lake in New York State. When the car was all loaded up we'd head towards the highway, but along the way we stopped at the Sweet Shoppe and mom would hand me a dollar with instructions to get three of the giant-sized comics (25 cents apiece) and four candy bars (five cents apiece) and I got to keep the nickel. Back then I was only 8 or 9, so I tended to get the Harvey comics like Baby Huey, Little Dot, Richie Rich, etc. I had three younger siblings, but my brother Mark couldn't read yet, so he didn't get a comic.

The first superhero comic I can remember reading was Adventure #320, with the return of Dev-Em. It was at my cousin's house in Massachusetts. I remember going with my cousin over to a friend's house who had to play this hot new record for us: Help Me Rhonda by the Beach Boys.

I remember getting into Archie Comics when I was 10, and the Batman craze hit when I was 11, so like many kids in America I bought some comics around then. I remember specifically having bought Batman #179 and #181, and I also bought the final Outsider story in Tec #356.

But I didn't really get the bug until 1968, when I happened to read World's Finest #179 at the local barber shop. It was a reprint giant with lots of Dick Sprang artwork, and I was hooked enough that I went back to the barber shop the next day and gave them a quarter for the issue.

At around the same time, one of the NY news programs ran a piece on a comic convention in New York, so the idea that comic collecting was a hobby that could make you some money was also planted. I wasn't just buying four-color entertainment, I was making an investment in my future.

So I amassed my collection for a couple years. I actually went to a NYC comics convention around 1970 at the Statler Hilton. I got some cool comics there, including Batman #18, #31 and #71, the longtime sole issues of my GA collection.

And then, what happened? I got to be about 17 and I was saving money for car repairs and gas and dates and although I kept buying Batman and Spiderman I was not a comics junkie at all. I still had the pretty good collection I had amassed when I started in eighth grade, but like everybody else life intervened and so I got to college.

And found that for the first time in my life, reading a comic was not considered completely geeky. In my first semester, Warren came out with their first Spirit issue. Having read the Harvey Spirit #1 in high school, I bought that issue and passed it around my dorm. When I went to the local store a couple weeks later, the second issue was sold out, although I soon found many copies floating around the dorm.

There were cool people in college that loaned out their copies of comics. Thanks to them I read a lot of comics I would not otherwise have bought, like the Starlin Warlock series or Swamp Thing or the original Howard the Duck stories.

I got out of college and was apparently cured of my comics addiction. I got a job working for the man every day and I was climbing the corporate ladder. A friend of mine and I teamed up with two other guys to rent a house. And like the second day I after I moved in, somebody said, oh, you should check out the comics in the basement.

A complete run of Amazing Spiderman from about 110-142, including awesome copies of 121, 122 and 129.

That got the bug back in me, especially when those issues were followed by the original clone saga with the Jackal, which I found entertaining. But I dropped Spiderman shortly after Len Wein took over. He's a fine writer but he didn't have a feel for the character; his Spiderman stories read as if they had been written for Batman, not Peter Parker.

And that was pretty much it for comics and me for 20 years. Oh, I kept my collection, and every now and then I'd pick up an issue, like Batman #300, or one of the Hobgoblin issues of Spiderman, or the final issue of the (Barry Allen) Flash. A coworker of my girlfriend recommended Dark Knight Returns and Watchmen to me in the late 1980s, both of which I devoured. I bought quite a few of the Spirit reprints by Kitchen Sink. But if I read more than ten comics a year from 1978-1997 I'd be surprised.

Fast forward to May 1998. It's a Saturday night and I'm sitting around bored with nothing in particular to do, and I got this oddball idea: Why not try to locate the covers to the first 100 issues of Amazing Spiderman? Well, even in those relatively primitive internet days, that did not turn out to be terribly difficult, so I set myself a somewhat tougher task: Locate the covers to the first 100 issues of Batman.

I got about 60 covers from various sites; one of my big hauls came from a site called the Golden Age Batman site of Mr Bill Jourdain, who also blogs Golden Age Comics.

As the evening wore on into night, I decided to see if there were any binary newsgroups devoted to comic books. As it happened, a newsgroup had been created only a month earlier, called alt.binaries.pictures.comics. So I posted the covers that I had downloaded that evening. A few days later somebody posted some more covers, and a few days after that another poster uploaded a big set of covers.

I had a scanner, but like most people, hardly ever used it. But I still had a collection of comics and so I began scanning the covers to fill in gaps. And one evening in June I decided to try scanning a story. I chose The Secret of Hunter's Inn from Batman #18. If I expected a sensational response, I didn't get one. But about a year later, somebody posted a complete scan of a Cry for Dawn issue and the newsgroup literally went nuts. Everybody started scanning complete comics like mad.

We had only one rule at ABPC. Comics that were under a year old were not allowed to be posted. Partly it was defensive; we hoped that by not scanning the newest comics the companies would let us skate on the older material. But also none of us wanted to hurt the industry that had given us so much pleasure.

The scans posted to ABPC grew at a phenomenal rate. In the beginning I was burning a CD of new scans once a month, then twice a month, then once a week, then every day. To give you an idea, in April 2001, 412 comics were posted to ABPC. In April 2002? Try 1,045. By April 2003 it was 1644.

And in the midst of that flood of comics, I started filling in the gaps in my own collection. I found that I hadn't lost interest in comics so much as I had lost interest in new comics. Indeed, one of the things that had kept me collecting into the mid-1970s was the ready availability of reprints in the backs of those 100-pagers that DC published for awhile around 1974. But reprints very much fell by the wayside as that decade wore on, and the prices for the older issues kept rising.

Hence the focus of this blog on the Silver Age of Comics. Although I'm a big fan of the Golden Age material, I don't have the extensive knowledge of that era like Bill Jourdain. And although there's a fair amount of newer stuff that I like, there's a massive gap in my knowledge of comics from 1978-1997 that I'm never going to be able to make up.

Thứ Tư, 4 tháng 3, 2009

Nobody Loves The Hulk

I wrote about a year ago about rock songs from the 1960s and earlier featuring superheroes; here's a new one on me:



This is not the first effort at rock marketing through comics; as I noted awhile ago, Frank Zappa and the Mothers of Invention advertised their album We're Only In It For The Money with brilliantly weird ads in Marvel Comics in 1967.

Back in the day, you'd see an ad for something like that and you'd wonder whether it was any good. Maybe you came across it three years later and didn't know if the PO Box remained valid. So you were hosed if you wanted to hear this song.

Unless, of course, you came across this 40 years later, Googled it and found a working MP3 download.

"Bruce Banner was working in his laboratory,
When he saw Rick Jones about to go up in a blaze of glory,
Well he saved the boy but what a change,
Explosion made him feel so strange,
For his molecules had been rearranged,
Into the Hulk!"


Number 482


Russ Heath has a good Brain


I had plans to attend WonderCon in San Francisco last weekend, but then found out I needed surgery. So instead of WonderCon I stayed home and convalesced. There's always next year.

Dave Miller, who I'd planned on palling with at the Con, attended and sent me some photos. Bless Dave and his ever present camera. He got me a picture of Russ Heath. Russ, who was born in 1926, is 82 and looks well in this picture.


It ties in nicely with a couple of Russ Heath classics I've been wanting to show. I'm sure these stories of the Brain, from Atlas pre-Code horror comics, have been reprinted a couple of times, but they're always worth seeing. I scanned them from the Marvel 1993-94 reprints, Curse of the Weird #'s 1 and 3.














Thứ Ba, 3 tháng 3, 2009