Dateline: Hollywood Gardens, PA. This is the weekly dispatch from Bizarro Studios North, where I (Wayno®) write and draw the Monday through Saturday Bizarro comics, having assumed that role in 2018. My esteemed partner and good friend, Dan Piraro, who created Bizarro in the late twentieth century, continues to do the Sunday comic from Rancho Bizarro in Mexico.
A few days ago, I was looking through some of my old sketchbooks, hoping to generate gag ideas. While browsing these ancient texts, I rediscovered a wonderful drawing by the terrific and prolific Mitch O'Connell, and I'm pleased to share it as this week's pipe pic.
Mitch was in Pittsburgh in 2007 for a one-man art show at Zombo Gallery, which was a haven for oddball artists. During Mitch's visit, my good pal and the gallery's owner, Michael "Zombo" Devine, organized a lunch gathering for a bunch of local cartoonists and artists, and we had a grand time eating, drinking, and drawing. I suspect the above image is a self-portrait.
Wayno with the lovely Mitch O'Connell at Zombo Gallery |
Even if you don't know his name, it's likely you've seen Mitch's work somewhere. He's done just about everything one can imagine, from comics, illustrations, clip art, logos, and paintings to LP/CD covers, and more.
Follow @mitchoconnellart on Instagram, and visit his densely-packed website and shop to gaze in wonder at his amazing art. Your eyeballs will thank you.
Here's another long-forgotten sketchbook page: a drawing of the late jazz musician Curtis Fuller, done in 2011, which Mr. Fuller graciously autographed.
For many years, I volunteered at the University of Pittsburgh's annual jazz seminar and concert. Each year, an impressive lineup of musicians came to town to hold educational workshops at local schools, speak at a series of lectures/seminars, and wrap up the week with a musical performance. In my position as stage manager, I rarely saw the concert, as my duties kept me behind the scenes, letting each performer know when they should be ready to go onstage (the concert consisted of multiple combinations of players, ending with an all-star finale.) I also escorted musicians around town, and provided introductions for some of the seminars.
Over the years, I met and hung out with dozens of legendary musicians. I gave James Moody a copy of Amy Winehouse's Frank CD, which included her cover of his famous number, "Moody's Mood for Love. Mr. Moody hadn't heard it yet, and was delighted by her version.
My most memorable moment was crashing a wedding reception with Joe Lovano during the concert's intermission, so we could have a drink together.
My ongoing volunteer gig was a music lover's dream come true, and I was truly fortunate to have that experience.
Thanks for indulging my nostalgic detour through old stuff. Here's some recent work, in the form of this week's Bizarro comics.
All but one of the client photos in the background are characters from old animated cartoons. Pictured left to right, they are:
I watched cartoons on TV for hundreds of hours throughout my childhood, but I have absolutely no memory of Gandy Goose. I became aware of the character in the 1970s, via this page by Robert Crumb, from his comic book, Mister Natural.
Robert Armstrong with Sourdough Slim
Live in Sutter Creek, CA
Your experience with the jazz concert sounds fantastic. Even if you were backstage you must have heard a lot of incredible music. Also thanks for the mention of Marty Allen in the email. I too spent hundreds of hours in front of the TV back in the day. It was always fun when Marty turned up on one of the variety shows.
ReplyDeleteI kind of remember Gandy Goose. As part of my zillion TV watching hours growing up, our local station played lots of cartoons. One show was Heckle & Jeckle and Mighty Mouse. There was a Gandy Goose every now and then. He was in the Army so it must have been WW2.
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There goes my fingernail into my
gingerale.
(Repeat first line)
There goes my chin into my gin.
There goes my ear into my beer.
There goes my thumb into my rum.
There goes my eyeball into my highball.
Funny stuff! Thanks!
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