Further to yesterday’s post, Martin Jones British horror & cult cinema zine Bedabbled! is back from the void, relaunching with a reprint of the very first issue, this time with cover art by Sarah Morgan. In it’s new handy pocket-sized A5 format, this 36-page special edition emphatically sets out the stall with original reviews of Mumsy, Nanny, Sonny and Girly, Blood on Satan’s Claw, Bloody Kids, Baby Love, The Damned, Absolution and Unman, Wittering and Zigo.
My long-time collaborator Martin Jones is hosting a talk on the British Horror film of the 1960’s-70’s at Retford Library on Halloween night. Along with an illuminating discussion on his favourite subject, of which he knows more than is frankly sensible, he’ll be offering copies of his zine Bedabbled!, some of the last remaining copies of his novella The Demeter, and perhaps a few copies of this poster, which I made specifically for the Adults Only event.
Tickets: £2:00. To book T: 01777 708724 or E: firstname.lastname@example.org
The thing is, all my heroes were junkies. Lenny Bruce, Keith Richards, William Burroughs, Miles Davis, Hubert Selby, Jr… These guys were cool. They were committed. They would not have been caught dead doing an ALF episode.
Jerry Stahl, Permanent Midnight
I’ve used my drawing of Jerry from several years ago for this mock-up cover to his first memoir Permanent Midnight. Reading about people’s descent into drug hell is usually boring and self-indulgent, but this writer brings a new perspective, using a constant flow of self-deprecating humour to counterpoint the horror of his breakneck fall into the narcotic abyss. There’s been a film version made, with Ben Stiller (a friend of the author) playing Jerry, Owen Wilson as his smackpal Nicky, and Liz Hurley (!) as his long-suffering wife and the mother of his daughter. I’ve never seen it, and probably never will. The book’s good enough on its own.
I’ve drawn Daniel Clowes before, but felt I could do a better job. Decide for yourselves if I did. Clowes is one of my favourite comix artists, whose progress I’ve followed since the early 90’s when I was still trying to make my own way into the industry. Back then, around 94-95, Clowes’ Eightball series was just getting attention, and it really made me look at my own work which I’d started to feel vaguely dissatisfied with. My stuff was all surface flash, clearly influenced by action films, rock bands and raging hormones, whereas Clowes was bringing his twisted visions up from the very bottom of a deep well of bile and spewing them out with an pop culture saturated aesthetic that was all his own. I wanted to do that as well, but I had gone so far down a certain road I lacked the confidence to make a sudden u-turn, and in the end just gave up on drawing and writing comix altogether. I rarely read them now, but I still monitor what Clowes is up to, as it’s always interesting. When I finished this new drawing I wasn’t sure I’d captured his likeness, but what he did look like was a realist interpretation of his character Wilson:
I like Wilson. He says out loud what I think, which does him no favours but offers me, if not catharsis, then at least the feeling that I’m not alone. which is surely the purpose of all art? Wilson, with a screenplay by Clowes based on his original comic, has been filmed and will be released early next year. Who wants to go watch a middle-aged man moaning about the world? I do. though I’m all too aware that it will be like looking in the mirror for two hours.