Archive for January, 2011

I Read These Comics Last Week: January 20-26

faked by Wednesday, January 26th, 2011

Another week of hastily sketched thoughts on funnybooks new and old . . .
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THERE IS NO ONE COMPARES WITH YOU.

faked by Tuesday, January 25th, 2011

PX600 Silver Shade.

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BROOKLYN DODGERS

faked by Sunday, January 23rd, 2011

PX600 Silver Shade.

The day after Christmas I took the train down to Coney Island. It was snowing. (It was actually a blizzard, I was just too foolish to know).

By the time I got to Coney it was snowing so hard you couldn’t see. I saw a statue in the distance. It was a man with his arm around another man. Oh, I know this story, I thought; even a football fan from the South knows this story. Even a 35 year old knows this story. I didn’t know there was a statue, didn’t know it was down at Coney Island, didn’t know that it would be so cold that the film wouldn’t really turn out, didn’t know that between the snow and the cold and the bronze you wouldn’t be able to tell the men apart.

But after all, wasn’t that the point anyway.

GOD BLESS PEEWEE REESE AND GOD BLESS JACKIE ROBINSON.

IN PRAISE OF THE GLORIOUS RECORD SHOPPE

faked by Friday, January 21st, 2011

There was Noise in Birmingham, with Girls Can Tell playing in the background while the owner insisted “even if you don’t like their early stuff this is dynamite.” MQ in Jackson with its Coltrane and Flaming Lips and frankly odd Veedon Fleece fixation (I still have it, of course). Wuxtry in Athens with that signed One Beat poster for like four bucks. Propagandhi and a Gossip in-store at the Criminal in Little Five Points. That place in New Orleans I can’t remember (not the Tower). All the Camelots & Soundshops & TapeTowns (I made that last one up) filled with miles of magnetic ribbon and MADE IN JAPAN Cure singles.

NAG CHAMPA, NAG CHAMPA,
you all reek of nag champa, vinyl &
peppermint, plus
that sweet chemical grape smell
of a brand-new cassette,
Charlemagne,
Goner,
Shangri-La, I love you all.

1:09 A.M. SUNDAY NIGHT

faked by Thursday, January 20th, 2011

Burr & whine
from I-55.
The motorcycle
gangs are making their circuit.
I can hear them from my bed,
three quarters of a mile away.
Clad in neon green
kevlar & spandex they
circle the City, lurch and
wheelie in a godawful
blur. How they’re not
all in jail I have no idea, but
maybe it’s because there’s like
two dozen of them screaming by
at 140 m.p.h.

SHUTTERS

faked by Wednesday, January 19th, 2011

What’s this she
says. Those are for
storms, we just
screw them down when
it gets rough.
Just plywood? she mumbles,
knocks gently.
She’s from New Jersey.
Yeah, we call them
Biloxi shutters, I laugh as
The rain taps out a
martial beat on
the old window unit.

I Read These Comics This Week: January 13-19

faked by Wednesday, January 19th, 2011

First things first: Did you know you can follow me on Twitter now? You can! Follow bwcostello for all your, you know, whatever it is you get from Twitter. Now, on to the comics!
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AW*SHUX

faked by Tuesday, January 18th, 2011

Nobody knows that
we sneak off & lissen
to Chronic Town &
hold hands. You can’t
tell yr sister because she’s
a total rat, and my
dad will kill me.

So we split the headphones
& light Kools one
after the other, we
kick at the kudzu and
have our carnival, of sorts, while
the tape squeaks,
even though we really just
hold hands and I’m
not even sure you even
like me.

Years later you
send me a friend request and
say I always loved your
hair, fussy & black &
curly like an Italian
halo
, simple poetry from a
mother of two that
makes me swoon.

At least it’s not the Patriots

faked by Tuesday, January 18th, 2011

In which Gilbert Hernandez helps me understand my scorn for New England (the football team).
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THE BIG OH-YOU-KNOW QUIZ pt. I.

faked by Monday, January 17th, 2011

PX600 Silver Shade.

Rats seen in subway: 2
Abandoned Metro cards seen in subway: ∞
Level of confusion upon exiting subway into Times Square: high
Times asked for directions over the course of week: less than ten, more than four
Times I might have been helpful: A couple. I hope
Dumplings consumed: six (3 fried, 3 steamed)
Location of dumpling consumption: Mr. Dumpling
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