C.A.B.
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Liner Notes: A good friend of mine works in a comic book shop, and I smile secretly to myself every time he complains of a tough workday. I smile because when I was a boy, working in a comic book shop would have been my dream job. Alas...
When it comes to comic books, make mine old school. Not that I have anything against modern comics and their slick photoshop post production and modern class-A printing. But simply for the fact that old school is what imprinted on me in the 60's and 70's. Comic book production in those days, due to the constraints of time, budget, crappy web presses and cheap paper, were forced to become an art-form unto itself to make the best possible viewing considering all the logistics working against it. They found a way to make a silk purse out of a sow's ear.
The art was strong of line, painted boldly and painterly, with a pallet limited by what cheap four color reproduction could handle. The stories were often contained within one issue… before the advent of the rampant multi-issue saga phenomenon of the mid-70's. And, they were relatively cheap to buy. I don't even want to think how many lawns a kid has to mow today to get a few good comics.
And probably most importantly, and passively, comic books were one of the few voluntary ways to learn; reading, vocabulary, social interaction, a touch of science here and there. This, all aside from the wild flights of fancy, and BOOM, THOOM, ZZAP that lit up a kid's mind in the stone age before the internet.
So once again to inexplicably homage with a touch of sexy fetish, here a parody of a classic 70's comic that never existed - festooned with FOOM and fetishistical fantasy, as only a C.A.B.ified Classic can accommodate.
Excelsior!
~ C.A.B.
ps. Let me beat you punsters to it: Yes. His Spidey Sense is 'tickling'.
***SEE all the C.A.B.ified Classics HERE!***
If you like what I do, please donate some coin on my front page Donation Pool!
Liner Notes: A good friend of mine works in a comic book shop, and I smile secretly to myself every time he complains of a tough workday. I smile because when I was a boy, working in a comic book shop would have been my dream job. Alas...
When it comes to comic books, make mine old school. Not that I have anything against modern comics and their slick photoshop post production and modern class-A printing. But simply for the fact that old school is what imprinted on me in the 60's and 70's. Comic book production in those days, due to the constraints of time, budget, crappy web presses and cheap paper, were forced to become an art-form unto itself to make the best possible viewing considering all the logistics working against it. They found a way to make a silk purse out of a sow's ear.
The art was strong of line, painted boldly and painterly, with a pallet limited by what cheap four color reproduction could handle. The stories were often contained within one issue… before the advent of the rampant multi-issue saga phenomenon of the mid-70's. And, they were relatively cheap to buy. I don't even want to think how many lawns a kid has to mow today to get a few good comics.
And probably most importantly, and passively, comic books were one of the few voluntary ways to learn; reading, vocabulary, social interaction, a touch of science here and there. This, all aside from the wild flights of fancy, and BOOM, THOOM, ZZAP that lit up a kid's mind in the stone age before the internet.
So once again to inexplicably homage with a touch of sexy fetish, here a parody of a classic 70's comic that never existed - festooned with FOOM and fetishistical fantasy, as only a C.A.B.ified Classic can accommodate.
Excelsior!
~ C.A.B.
ps. Let me beat you punsters to it: Yes. His Spidey Sense is 'tickling'.
***SEE all the C.A.B.ified Classics HERE!***
If you like what I do, please donate some coin on my front page Donation Pool!
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