This is a finishing experiment over very loose thumbs by Kieron Dwyer - me warming up to do a book with him and Rick Remender at image shortly. This is stiffer than I hope to be on the actual book, represents an early experiment in the process of developing a style guide for myself on it.

Went out to a live blues and swing show tonight. The band was Catfish Blues Trio [ delta blues - swing ], the show was a fund raiser for a choreographer and her troop, I assume to help fund a show they want to put on.

Turn out was good it looked like, with a full room early on for the first sets, and a few of us only left at the end, getting a privet profomance from the guys after the bar cahed out. I don’t know that it was such a help for it’s cause, but the band was amazing. jumping as they say, eh?

Had to move, and danced for a good part of the night even know I’m fighting off a nasty bug. I think it help a bit even. I was told about the show by a friend of the said choreographer, a dancer herself. She and several friends of hers’ were up on the floor as well – it was a new experience to adjust to having other people dancing near me who were not only moving as much as me but more often far more! Most club dancers these days ware a whole in a small bit of floor if even, where as I am happiest with a empty floor I can take over.

Well, this bunch put me to shame hands down - I take refuse in the fact that i was out classed, they are senior dance students and do this all the time - A lot of it was not the usual blues fair dancing wise, but impressive and fun just the same. They bounced around and off each other like a pair of excited particles, improvising all sorts of movements from of one another, locked in grinning eye contact and communicating with a variety of looks and body language – fascinating to watch from the point of view of unspoken human language. I got the defiant impression I was watching a conversation at times. At one time they seemed to be chaneling chaplin. Once I got going myself, they started to rope me into their antics, improvising off of me as well. I tryted to play along a bit, very fun. Very silly.

Sometimes I think I should put aside this drawing thing and just be a dancer or something [only half joking], probably be healthier for me even.

The band is well worth your time if you dig that sort of thing as I do, they have a regular gig on Notredame west [1378] at the Griffin Cafe, 6-8pm Fridays. And are starting anew regular gig Tuesdays at 1221 [the clubs name] on crescent st too.

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Just got a very nice review at comicbookgalaxy.com from Alan!http://www.comicbookgalaxy.com/101104_review.html
me happy!Nothing like a bit of that to help keep grinding along.
Some well timed good news.

If it motivates you to want to read it, you can order your copies direct like from the site, here www.revolvercomix.com I’ll be sending off a sample to diamond shortly so I’ll hopefully have it available in the previews soon. If you want to get the book for your shop before then contact me about making an order.

angry ghosts will not have me
or scare me away from you my friend.
It's true we spent the last few years
watching someone dear
fall in slow motion
off a cliff
Not down
away

a fear barely spoken
crushing

but no buts

I will always hold you
close to hart

you are family my friend

I hope you find great love
and the words to make it work

I forgive you all the hurt
I know your hart was true
And i lay my self low for hurting you



Words of my fathers

I often look at this old book on my table.
The pictures bring back old memories and poems come alive.
If only I always saw the wisdom they contain that it might show me how to avoid the lessons taught by pain, but verse is perverse, leaving experience often the key to understanding.

Sometimes the words seem simply written for the time. I wonder of some when exactly they were thought; I know he banged many of them on the old typewriter that lived on the kitchen room table. Was this one about my mother, or another? What was that one about?
Life death, joy and purpose are all addressed in one or another of them.

This year I turned 34,
chronologically this is the last step I will take in life
for which there is a direct parallel for in my fathers.

In his book I have found lessons and examples,
laughs and mistakes to try not to repeat.
Again.

I flipped it open tonight to this-

we walk around
talk around
the way we really feel
we hide the words
of doubt and hurt until they make us reel
we will not give their freedom to the ones we love the most
until we’re left alone bereft the prey of angry ghosts

Well. And i've read this before too.
geez.

I picked up the Homesongs CD by Adem after the show, thanks for taking me.

Just watched the debates between Dick Cheney and John Edwards, drew this while they were going at it...

Looking tense there dude, not to late to take the blue pill.