Monthly Archives: October 2012
“I’m going to hang a sign from my window that says MORE NOISE PLEASE or THANK YOU FOR MAKING NOISE.” — Steven Jesse Bernstein
I got a request to do an interview today. It was the Brits, again. Could I go on their talk show via Skype? Sure, I said. A nagging worry entered my head– my house is not good for recording audio. I’ve had issues with this before and the reason is simple– my block is one of the loudest in the world, second only to some areas of Italy.
These noise sources include, but aren’t limited too:
(Low flying) airplanes, babies, basketballs dribbling, bells, bongos, boom boxes, can collectors crunching aluminum cans, car alarms, cats in heat, chainsaws, dozens of kids, dogs barking (probably close to 100), fireworks (or were those gunshots?), gangsters, garbage trucks, gunshots (or were those fireworks?), heavy metal bands, honking, ice cream carts/ trucks, industrial shop vacs, Jehovah’s Witnesses soliciting, large insects, lawnmowers, leaf blowers, loud sex, motorcycles revving, off key singing, sirens, shouting, skateboarders, vomiting, and a somewhat ironic sounding xylophone.
Love you all. Glad you are all alive. Just sometimes wish you would all STFU, especially when I’m being Skyped in to Britannia.
From my October “Panels & Pages” column*:
The year was 2003. George W. Bush was president and gave his infamous “Mission Accomplished” speech. The Return of the King swept the awards season like a gang of Hobbits on a rampage. And of course, The Bee Gees were the hottest band in America. (…whoops, maybe that was 1977.)
It was also the year I was deep into editing the local anthology Riverwurst Comics. I was recently going through my special archive room (ok, closet) and found a stack of Riverwurst Comics #3: the Halloween issue. I’m glad to say that after nine years this Halloween treat will be available again for the month of October at Fischberger’s Variety Store (2445 N. Holton Street). The issue still has the vintage 2003 price of three dollars.
* Panels & Pages is a monthly column I write for the Riverwest Currents, a collection of blurbs on local comic and zine news and nerd culture in general. The column’s name comes from a gallery show of local comic art I curated for the Borg Ward sometime in the late 2000s.