Some people call it the album for only the most devoted Presley fans.
I won’t go that far (these good-is-bad-is-outside-in propositions give me sorassisis), but I will agree with Marcus that it is “perversely listenable.”
And you’ll pry my copy (the only one I ever saw and way more than I could sanely afford at the time) from my cold, dead, peanut-butter stained hands.
Painful mess with aptly Surreal touches or not, I suspect his ghost is amused and approves.
I do agree that it’s flat peculiar that the less-intrusive DNA way of solving the issue was not used.
Mainstream comics, that is.
(Exceptionally well designed plot and illustrations for this forgotten comic. Starting at $77.00 on Amazon, so I ain’t crazy.)
All downhill after this cover, though.
Kickass cover — extremely freaky comic (in Pt. Two esp.)
I tried to hide everything offbeat I had from my Mother. Left this comic out by accident and she burned it. Not just tossed in the trash: ritually burned in the back yard. (It was more to do with the name — which did seem to have a lot of lasting power — and less with the image.)
Kona was my favorite of his works.
Along with the crazy War That Time Forgot, it brought dinosaurs into the 1960s. But some of the Kona stories were really, really weird — like bean spills from the subconscious. Terrible shame no collection is available.
I’ve been asked what in hell does this refer to, and it is confusing since there are more things called “Shinola” than I thought possible.
So here’s the scoop (of shoe polish).
But, it does happen. Here’s my story:
When we went in to pick out a headstone for my mother, I was shocked spitless to see a finished gravestone for my high-school track coach, who had passed several years before (quite young by today’s standards).
“What the hell is that about? I knew him!”
“Uh, we got the dates wrong …”