Radiant Comics

I have an iPod just like everyone else. It is not a big fancy one but when I need music on the go it’s ready to rock ‘n roll. I also have my entire CD collection on my hard drive as mp3s. I almost exclusively listen to music played on my computer or iPod. I fully embrace the digital age. It offers a lot of flexibility and ease of use. But one thing is missing. The mix tape.

I had an occasion to drive my sister’s car today which has a tape player in it. I never purchased one of those contraptions that plays the iPod over the radio so I grabbed an old mix tape made by my friend Bunch (of The Vault of Bunchness). As I was driving along really grooving to the tape I began to feel a little nostalgic. I’m sure some of it was because of the music but some of the nostalgia was because of the format. The mix tape.

What makes the mix tape special is twofold:

1) Ease of use. You pop the tape in and let it go. It’s linear and plays in the right order no matter what. As easy as mp3s are, in general, to use if some one were to give me the same songs digitally with a playlist I would have to copy them to my hard drive, integrate them into my music library, i.e. put them some place so I know where they are, and then load up the playlist and start from the beginning (make sure it’s not on shuffle). Not terribly demanding but not pop in the tape easy. Also, integrating them into the music library can be daunting depending how big and complex the library is. Even if not daunting sometimes I don’t want to bother trying to find a place for new music I’ve never heard before and may never even listen to more than once. If once. It is actually a little harder to keep order in a digital music collection than a cd collection.

2) Someone has thought about the music. Making a mix tape takes hours and the person making it is thinking about the music the whole time. If a person bothers to put together a mix tape it is because he cares about the music, how it is presented and how it fits together. What song goes first? How do I follow it up? How do I stop some one from being bored and turning it off in the middle? To make a mix tape is to share the love of music. People put so much time and care into mix tapes that they consider them little works of art.

Oh, and that thing I mentioned two paragraphs above about sharing music digitally with a playlist, well it never happens. People swap music all the time but it is usually, “Oh, you like Bob Dylan, well here are 15 albums”. I don’t know anyone who makes a mix playlist and mp3s to pass around. People play their mp3 players on shuffle rather than make a playlist. It is easier. Now if some on says, “Wow, you gotta check out this band” they drop forty song on your hard drive and who has got the time to listen to forty of an unfamiliar band’s songs? They just sit there. Unlistened to. Not so with a mix tape. Pop it in and let it run.

Mixed cds enjoyed a brief period of popularity but mp3s soon took over. All of the people I know who made mix tapes have stopped making them. The technology of the cassette tape is dead but nothing has replaced the communication tool that was the mix tape. I knew him, Horatio.

For your information here was the mix tape I was listening to Named “Rejoice! The Vault Re-opened 8/30/96”:
Fields of Fire by Big Country
Telepathy by Lene Lovich
Full of Love by Dr. Calculus
Don’t Box Me In by Stanard Ridgway
Marguya by The Trashwomen
Pants by Randy Newman
Sparkling Brown Eyes by Wanda Jackson
I’m Nin’Alu by Ofra Haza
Attack of the Molemen by The Dickies
Jungle Boy by Bow Wow Wow
Praying Hands by Clawhammer
Chu! Chu! Chu! by Carna Beats
The Monkey’s Uncle by Annette Funicello & The Beach Boys
Digital Tenderness by Adam and The Ants
Spinderella’s not a Fella by Salt ‘n’ Peppa
Mr. X and Mr. Z Drink Old Gold by Mr. X and Mr. Z
Beats to the Rhyme by Run -DMC
Something Inside Me Has Died by Kommunsty FK
My Work Is so Behind by The Residents

And that is just side one.

I’ve been working on a mutli-year project to scan in all of the 35mm negatives of my photos. They go back to about 1985 or so and it has been quite a big project. It involves a lot of loading negatives one strip at a time into my scanner, labeling them and organizing them by time and place. It take a lot of energy and stamina. I expected that. What I didn’t expect is how much emotional stamina it would take.

Digging through one’s one past via photographs can be a difficult experience. What makes it so difficult is that photos are usually taken during happy times. I don’t take photos during boring or miserable times. There are no picture of people sitting around moping. All the photos are of happy times. Friends and family gathered round for parties, get togethers, trips, holidays or whatever the occasion. Everybody and everything looks so shiny and fun in the photos. That past is one hell of a great place so how come the present doesn’t hold up? That’s the emotional question that takes it’s toll.

It is not even a rational question. I’m no more depressed or unhappy now than I was then. In fact I’m generally a happy guy and tend to be an optimist but pain in the present is right here and now and pain in the past tends to fade. And with no photos of the past pain it is soon forgotten (unless it’s severe and traumatic but that is another thing entirely).

So it can be depressing giving constant attention to the happy photos of days gone by. Even as I smile some part of me asks, “why can’t every day be like a party” and resents that it isn’t. Even though I know I’m looking backwards through rose colored glasses part of me feels that they were better times. It is a tough thing. The present is full of the mundane details of life and we all have to deal with them. Exciting is so much better than mundane. But I’m finally almost finished.

Things that amuse me tonight.

Clement Greenberg the painter said, “More blue is bluer than less blue”. Of course it is. It is damn obvious too but no one ever verbalized it before him. If you want to increase the impact on the viewer of blue in a painting add more blue! How could everyone have overlooked this for years. They were too busy painting cherubs.

Ricardo Montalban is the greatest actor ever. I make this statement because of one line in one movie. Star Trek 2: The Wrath of Kahn. You know the scene. It’s where Khan is moving in to blast the Enterprise into the next world but that ever tricky Captain Kirk has some magic up his sleeve. Kirk hacks into Kahn’s ship and turns the shields off. This leads to the single greatest acting moment ever when Khan’s second hand man turns to him and says, “Khan the shields are lowering”. This makes Ricardo turn to his guy with a look on his face of total surprise mixed with “is this kid half a retard?” and says the greatest line ever uttered in a movie. “Raise them!” The delivery is perfection. The obviousness of the line is what makes it great. It’s so obvious that no one would ever think to say it let alone write it into a movie. But Ricardo says it brilliantly. He says it like his number two told him, “I just wet my pants” and he has to respond, “Go change your friggin pants then, idiot”. The stuff of legend.

It’s hip to say that The Simpsons isn’t as good as it once was but I’m not hip and tonight’s episode was especially good. I loved the line where Homer threatened to kill Bart and then bury him in a shallow grave and then dig him up again because, “That’s the beauty of a shallow grave”. Heh heh, who knew it had such beauty?

I painted a little picture of a thumb that amuses me. I think I’ll post it.

I’m going to end with one thing that doesn’t amuse me. You know all the talk we have been hearing for the last four years or so about a “dirty bomb”? That the terrorists are going to put radioactive material into a bomb and set it off? It turns out that a dirty bomb doesn’t even really work well. Radiation doesn’t spread very effectively that way and it is fairly easy to clean up. The bomb will still kill you but the radiation won’t. The military even ran some tests and couldn’t get it to be an effective weapon. Sill the politicians and the media scare us with this threat weekly. Lied to again. Look it up yourself.

I just got back from the comic shop and I bought:
Usagi Yojimbo #90 – I book I’ve been buying for over 20 years now and it’s stonger than ever. Amazes me with its consistent quality
Savage Dragon #122 – Solid super-hero stuff by a guy (Erik Larsen) who truly loves super-heroes.
Local #3 – Good “slice of life” stories.
Red Sonja vs Thulsa Doom #1 – Dynamite Entertainment has been doing a good job with their Sonja books. So I’ll try this one.
Warren Ellis Blackgas– I find Ellis hit or miss but a zombie eating a baby and her mom on the cover suckered me in.

How come the number sign (#) is called a number sign everywhere except when it’s on a phone? Then it is called a pound sign (#). It’s the same symbol. The abbreviation for pounds is “lbs”. No one ever writes “He weighed 200 #s”. What is this all about? Ponder.