#39 - sideshow (10-97) 



heavens, we are getting close to the end of the first year here! only nine more to go, after this. this was drawn shortly after a pornhuskers show at the hurricane . . . you haven't seen the inside of hell until you've seen the pornhuskers. this is in fact the hurricane, so-named (or so designed after the name) because the main bar is a ring in the middle of the room--like the eye of a hurricane. the hurricane is cocaine, rockabilly, dj, live-music, and heroin center for westport. it smells like urine, beer, ciagrettes, and old socks. downstairs is supposedly haunted, and was used by slaves in the underground railroad, merely yards from westport's slave market. (yes, there was one.) one of the more interesting features is the trough in the men's room . . . instead of a series of urinals on the wall, there's one long aluminum trough. imagine eight drunken men lined up along it. ah, beauty, thy name is the hurricane.
 


 
as far as the comic . . . this is the first, and more or less last, time that the 'relationship' between christopher and Hope was dealt with in such depth. too bad . . . i could have run myself down for pages and pages and pages . . . but as i've obnserved before, i was reluctant to do this because i didn't want to seem petty, nor to alienate the readers by relentlessly focussing on my own problems. the wash and panelling are mediocre, but otherwise the whole business is pretty sophisticated. faint hints of a more modern style of sparrow's fall are beginning to filter in here.

the drink getting knocked in my lap--or rather nips' lap--actually happened. fortunately, i've been to the hurricane less than five times ever. i would have to say, by the evidence, that you'll get a drink dumped on you twenty percent of the time.

the top of the second side was slightly trimmed off during the creation of the master. no matter.

 


 

 


 
 

Posted: Sat - May 15, 2004 at 09:44 AM             |

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