To while
away the many tedious hours between soundchecks and show time, I often amused
myself by sitting sullenly behind the Mackie console, cranking
out huge numbers of vaguely disturbing drawings.Back in the mid-late 1990s, I was head sound engineer at Rockwell Hall Performing Arts Center on the Buffalo State Campus.
To while
away the many tedious hours between soundchecks and show time, I often amused
myself by sitting sullenly behind the Mackie console, cranking
out huge numbers of vaguely disturbing drawings.
Some of these drawings have survived, including The Libido Fairy. Another "favorite" was a comic called "New Jack Rage."
When I look back at "New Jack," I wonder: what the hell I was smoking and why was I so damned angry?
Well, OK, so I do know the answer to those questions. It's quite simple, really.
I was angry that the women I knew lacked the most basic ability to recognize the sweaty genius oozing from my tan beret and tweed jacket, and willfully refused to throw themselves at my feet.
Yes, I was that attractive; and no, I never stood a chance.
The intensity of my "gravitas" and "brilliant power stares" surely appalled and scared the hell out of all sensible women. Even so, I was a damned good sound engineer.
In short, I could not get laid to save my life. But that's the price you pay for being a cog in the rock and roll machine.
Anyway, here is Episode Number 1 of New Jack Rage.