GOOD-BYE TO ALL THAT

It pains me more than I can say but I might be moving out of LA in 6 months or so. It especially hurts because I love this city like no other. It's a city that in its modern incarnation was built by people like me, for people like me. Here you can make a living doing outrageous things that you'd be tarred and feathered for anywhere else. I exaggerate, of course, but its wonderful to live in a place that invites that. 

Most of all I'll miss my friends. Some are in the Warners group caricature (above) that Bruce did. They're generous, enthusiastic, exciting people who I care about immensely. This city is a magnet for talented people from all over the world, and its amazing how wonderful many of them turn out to be. 

On top of that, I love the city itself. With all its urban problems there's still a sense in which everything is new and being tried for the first time. Even now there's still what Bob Clampett called a "Gold Rush" feeling in the air.

I'll miss the audacity that abounds here. Readers who live here will know what I mean when I say that I'll miss the Angelyne billboards. San Francisco used to be home to a beloved eccentric who called himself "The Emperor of San Francisco." Everyone in the city loved the guy and when he turned up at official ceremonies his visit was regarded as bringing good luck. That's what Angelyne used to be for LA.

I'll also miss the ubiquitous Cliff May-type ranch houses. I won't see many of those where I'm going. Cheerful, playful houses like this (above) only make sense in a fun place like LA. 

Where am I going? [Sigh!] To...to the farm belt. I certainly admire the people there and if I'm lucky they might regard me as a tolerable oddity...but I don't think I'll ever be accepted as a member of the pack.



Good old L.A.! How many people realize how great you are?

CARNIVAL FREAK SHOWS

The whole subject of carnival sideshows interests me, why I don't know.  Maybe it's because the people you see on exhibit there are artistic amplifications of what actually exists on the streets. We like to see sideshow attractions for the same reason we like stories: we all like to be reminded of the endless variety of people in the world.

Circus clowns and sideshow comics seem to have gotten a lot of ideas from cartoonists, but which came first: the performers or the cartoons? .

The act that anchored the sideshow was usually the fat man or fat woman. Unlike some of the other acts the fat man was a performer. He was expected to put on a show and put the audience in a mood to see the other acts.

 Professionally fat people aren't the fattest people you'll ever see, they're just people who know how to caricature the fat they do have. The best of them are skilled entertainers just like Oliver Hardy or Jackie Gleason.

Professional fat has to be learned. For one thing you have to learn how to exaggerate your silhouette. In the picture above the fat man sits with his arms and legs way out and the fat woman sits in a way that deliberately forms a circle or a heart. There's probably a funny fat way to walk, to pick up a small object, and to cut an orange. You have to learn it all.

I imagine you also have to develop a fat personality. A fat man might have the most even temperament in the world but when the stage lights are on he either has to be jolly or over-the-top-cynical and foul mouthed. There's no inbetween.

Ditto for professionally thin people. They either have to come off as chick magnets or gay: there's no inbetween. When I was a kid the thin man I saw was eloquent and funny, and could dance a little like the young Fred Astaire.

The best sideshow people were performers. That's why it's so tragic that reformers try to close down these shows. They're trying to put an end to a sophisticated medium with long and honorable traditions.

WHAT WOMEN WERE READING IN 1981

I temporarily put down Mike Barrier's book on comics in order to finish two books that are due at the library this week. One is a sleazy but unintentionally funny womans novel called "Scandals," and the other is a scary non-fiction book about Putin's Russia called "Nothing Is True, Everything Is Possible."Here's (below) an excerpt from Scandals. See what you think. 

It starts with a nice house in Brentwood (above). Mona's husband is away on a business trip and she's invited her husband's young protege Peter Hamilton over for cocktails. It reads....

Absently Mona put the Perrier it her lips, swallowed and took a deep drag off the pall Mall. "You know, Peter, if it weren't for my bosom I think Jack would just walk out without saying 'Boo!' "

"No. Do you really think so?"

"Just ring that bell on the table, and I'll show you what I'm going to do to Mr. Jack Logan before we're finished."

Peter lifted the bell. Crystal chimes pealed and Wang hurried into the room.

"Wang," Mona commanded, "I want you to do your trick. Your trick, please, Wang...for Mr. Hamilton."

Wang hissed and bowed. He whirled back into the kitchen then reappeared carrying a long two-by-four. He put the piece of wood over a gap in the fireplace , nonchalantly stepped back, and then attacked.

Loosing a wild streak, Wang jumped forward and swung the heel of his hand in an arc. When hand met wood, the latter splintered, the two ends flying up in the air.
"Whew!" Peter said, "some trick."

"Wang," Mona said, clucking delightedly, "that was marvelous. Thank you ever so much. You see?" she asked Peter.

"But seriously," Peter said, "you'd never use that weapon on Jack Logan, would you?"

"I might. Peter, come in the pool."

He shook his head. "I should hit the road, Mona."

"Peter, you've got nothing to do. Come on in the pool. You look all hot and bothered." She winked at him. "It's me, I know. I give off a sexual discharge." Her nose twitched. "Electrical, I mean."

He could not disagree. Mona, possibly excited by Wang's show of force, had become a nimbus, prepared to swallow the whole world of men.

........................

Wow! Mona became a "nimbus," whatever that is. And the names...MOANa, Peter, Wang...I can't believe the writer did that. And the Mona character actually retains a salaried tough guy to keep her husband in line. Unbelievable! Someone should do a book about what housewives were reading in this period!

Hmmmmm....it looks like I don't have room to talk about the Russian book. Oh, well...next time!

"TALES OF WORM PARANOIA": DRAWINGS THAT DIDN'T MAKE IT TO THE SCREEN

This (above) is from a deleted scene where Sally finally realizes what the Worm's intentions are. I did the sketch and Tuck Tucker did a genius job on the clean-up. The scene was deleted for time.


These last two drawings are inbetweens from the brilliant animation Glenn Kennedy did on the Worm addressing the audience in the beginning of the film. He had great teardrop theories and a beautiful, cartoony line that made me regret the necessity to color the scene.

The originals of the drawings you see here, along with a bunch of others, were stolen from the studio before they could be copied. Glenn was able to do the missing parts over again, and he did a great job, but I still preferred the first drawings. Here's (above and below) a couple of originals that the audience never saw.

SIDESHOW BANNERS

Don't you love sideshow banners? Half the time they're better than the exhibits they promote.

Compare the old-time banner at the top to the recently made one above. Is it just me or are these later graphics too slick, too dependent on the lettering?

They're clearly influenced by underground comics.

Some of the newer banners (above) are even influenced by manga.

I liked carnival banners better when they were made by ex-sign painters who could draw human figures, but just barely.

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I like the way the old banners were executed on canvas with what looks like thinned house paint. The lettering was deliberately understated.

I like the way the thin man is caricatured in this picture. The man is suave. He's proud to be skinny.

 By way of comparison, the banner above is too realistic. The fat girl looks too much like a real fat person. Her weight doesn't suggest any entertainment value.

This (above) is more like it. The proportions are deliberately caricatured and unrealistic. This girl's fat and proud. She feels sorry for you because you aren't fat.

On the other hand, maybe the real girl actually looked like that. It strikes me that when I was a little kid I actually saw someone like that. Maybe carnival fat people used to be a breed apart in that they had different proportions than most fat people. Maybe the professionally fat, the people who made their living at it, knew how to cultivate a silhouette like the one in the picture above.

Anyway, the myth persists that carnival artists can't draw. That's not true.  If they couldn't you'd get banners like the one above, which wouldn't be useful to anybody.

I said banner artists could only just barely draw, but I take that back. They were actually pretty skilled, but in a style that was self-effacing and came from a folk art tradition. 

It's funny how every medium that's been around for a while develops a style that fits it like a glove. By way of an example, here's (above) the familiar "X-Ray Specs" which used to be widely advertised. If the illustration above had been used for an ad I don't think it would have sold the product very well. It's too sophisticated. You can't sell a lowbrow product with highbrow graphics.

On the other hand, this badly-drawn art (above) wouldn't do the job either. It makes the product look shoddy and the seller seem untrustworthy.

Here's (above) the perfect compromise, the one that caught on with the public. The principals of art are observed but the artist still comes off as primitive. He projects the image of a trickster, a joke teller; someone who's not above using the product himself.

You won't realize how good the original artist was until you compare what he did with later artists (above) who tried the same thing. The later artists couldn't create an iconic image. Drawing iconic is a rare and under-rated skill. I wish I could take lessons from somebody who knows how.

The later X-Ray Spec artists were eventually dumped in favor of the original artist and new art (above) was commissioned. It was iconic but the old pizazz was gone. The original art caught the artist at his dazzling apex. What catastrophe happened to him afterward? Alcoholism? Alimony? Disillusionment? Formal art education? I don't know.


So what am I getting at here? 'Just the notion that the style of art should fit the unique medium the art is created for.

DISNEYLAND ARCHITECTURE

One of the things I do at Disneyland is look for ideas I can adapt to my own house. I could easily spend a profitable day just looking at the ironwork on fences or the doorknobs on dungeon doors. I was there this weekend but my camera was on the fritz and I didn't get too many useful photos. That's okay. I'll supplement my own pictures with ones from the net.

Here they are. See what you think.

Here's (above) the Small World facade, beautifully designed by Mary Blair. Geez, with foam core and an exacto I could make a miniature facade of my own design for....no, wait a minute. That would probably be more trouble than it looks.

Above, nice vintage explorer photos in the Indiana Jones ride.

Old explorer photos would be great additions for the wall of a boys room...or a guest room that looks like a boys room. Add to this Bill Peet layout a nice map and maybe a fish tank and a Navajo rug...Wow, it would be a kid Paradise.

Here's some interesting lamps from Disneyland's Mexican restaurant. I wonder if this type of lamp would work in my house? I'm not sure.

And talking about lamps, how do you like these rice paper lanterns over the Teacup ride? I notice that blue dominates, red and purple are secondary and yellow is only an accent.   If I ever throw a party in my back yard I'll know what to reference.

Here's (above) how architect Cliff May designed a room for a client who had a paper lamp collection. He made the walls brown so the yellow lamps would read better.

I get a million ideas for garage rafters (above) at Disneyland.

And all the Alpine ideas at the Park! They're endless!

Haw! I'd like to embellish my back fence with artifacts like these (above), from Adventureland. I wonder what my neighbors would say?

FROM MY FAMILY SCRAPBOOK

Here's a few pictures of family and friends but I can't identify anyone because I don't think they'd want me to. That's me above, together with an acrylic portrait done by a friend I haven't seen in ages. Haw! I had to crop the photo because he gave the painting a gut the size of a wrecking ball.

When my family visits we usually go to an art museum.

BTW: Isn't Photoshop amazing? That yellow face on the left of the museum photo was facing forward when I found it on the net and I used Photoshop to warp it into a profile.

I'm dying to name names, but I'd better not.

My Captain Hook mask feels like family, thus it has a place in the family file. It's sadly decaying now. I had to put on glasses to cover up chipping in the eyes.

Here's (above) me with a friend of a friend. I don't know this person very well but if you're a female in a bikini and your arm is around me then you definitely rate a place in my scrapbook.

Here's (above) an illustration for a book about horses by a namesake. Gee, my namesake wasn't very good at spacing his letters.

When I first met John this (above) was his favorite pizza restaurant. I think he just liked the menu cover, which I have to admit was a work of art. I offered to buy it and the owner gave it to me for nothing. I think I'll frame it.

That restaurant also sticks in my mind because it was filled to the gills with plastic fruit and artificial vines with bar-code labels. All the vines stood straight up because the owner regarded them as so beautiful when new that he couldn't bring himself to bend them.

By the way: congrats to all the graduates out there! You made it!!!!!!! For you I reprise "Gaudeamus Igitor" from YouTube. It's the traditional academic anthem from medieval Europe. Youtube has other translated versions but I think you'll especially appreciate this one. Congratulations!!!!!!!!!!!!!!