Chicago: 1968
Do you know who I am?
Jul 15th
from Chicago: 1968, pg.75, by our current artist, the ultra sexy Antonio Maldonado
On behalf of myself and the rest of the Chicago: 1968 staff, I would like to extend heartiest congratulations to one of our own, Jenny Frison, who was artist on Part One of our little webcomic epic, and who, just this past Monday, was honored with a Harvey Award nomination for best cover artist of 2009.
Wow.
And damn does she find herself in some esteemed company, with Mike Mignola, Frank Quitely, et al.
Double wow.
Clipped from the Harvey Awards website:
BEST COVER ARTIST
____ Jenny Frison, “THE DREAMER”, IDW
____ Mike Mignola, “HELLBOY: THE BRIDE OF HELL”, Dark Horse Comics
____ Michael Avon Oeming, “MICE TEMPLAR: DESTINY, PART I”, Image Comics
____ Frank Quitely, “BATMAN AND ROBIN”, DC Comics
____ JH Williams III, “DETECTIVE COMICS”, DC Comics
The winners of this year’s round of Harvey Awards are announced Aug. 28th, 2010, at a ceremony held at the Baltimore Comic-Con. Congrats again, Jenny. Frank Quitely’s Batman and Robin covers were pretty awesome, heh, but, of course, you’ve got my vote.
Exciting as that news is, we here at the Chicago: 1968 offices are pretty well acquainted with prestige. Why, even while engaged in what seems like drudgery, we’re practically tripping over reminders of glories past and present.
Case in point: I was recently sorting through all my books and comics in preparation for last weekend’s big move into me and the wife’s new digs, and I came across a bagged and boarded copy of New Men #1, which some of you might even remember from the halcyon days of the early 90′s boom era of Image comics.
April, 1994... brings back some memories, don't it?
Guess what I saw when I checked out the credits on the inside cover?
See? I can't letter worth a damn. Which is why I need Kurt.
Kurt Hathaway has been our letterer since day numero uno, and he designed our “Chicago: 1968″ logo, too. As you can see, the man has quite a comics pedigree.
A new Chicago: 1968 installment went up this week. Click HERE to read it. Or HERE to read it on your iPhone or mobile device.
I’m invisible.
Jul 8th
Click HERE to read the Chicago:1968 webcomic, or HERE to read it on your mobile device…
From Abbie Hoffman’s autobio (one of them) Soon to be a Major Motion Picture:
As I walked past rows of police with my hair concealed under my hat, sometimes wearing a pasted-on moustache, I knew if they had recognized me they would have broken my bones on the spot. What they didn’t seem to know about was the back door, from which I escaped out into the streets of Chicago and moved through the city. After the curfew a hippie walking the streets was about as safe as a Jew in Hitler’s Berlin…
…That morning as I was getting dressed I took a lipstick and wrote the word “FUCK” on my forehead. I didn’t feel like having my picture in the media that day.
I’ve got a bad feeling, Rennie
Jun 28th
Tom Hayden watches his back
Click HERE to read the Chicago:1968 webcomic
One of the things that probably got me writing about Chicago 1968 in the first place is that it’s become something of an archetype for all subsequent showdowns between order and anarchy and oppressor and oppressed…
…especially if the cops get all crazy wild and decide to beat up on some hippies.
Enter: the g20 summit in Toronto.
Pretty smooth move on the Conspiracy’s part to call a closed door meeting of our political leaders and economic overlords to discuss the future of planet Earth during the 2nd round of the World Cup football tournament when most of us small people are engrossed in that opiate of the masses, the diversions of sport, while being hypnotized into submissiveness by the subliminal messages embedded within the white noise of the droning vuvuzelas.
The crazy calls made by the fascist FIFA referees seem to be a lesson in submissiveness; we’re forced to accept, without question, their irrational rulings. Complain about it and your name and number will get recorded on a “red card.”
So, as the world leaders that make up the g20 put the finishing touches on their plans to escape aboard their secret fleet of flying saucers from the oily, economically depressed mess they made of things, Internet pranksters and Facebook freedom fighters sung songs about democracy, exercised their right to assemble and, hell, a group of them smashed out some car windows, too, just for the fuck of it.
But then, it’s kinda hard to tell just who’s doing the smashing when everybody’s dressed in black and wearing V for Vendetta masks, if you catch my drift.
And Toronto’s finest, by way of response, fired some tear gas canisters and swung their billy clubs.
Prompting the inevitable comparison, made by Chicago-based film critic Roger Ebert, via twitter:
Toronto cops think they’re in Chicago in 1968.
The Festival of Life!
Jun 22nd
clipped from Chicago: 1968 pg.72
We – Antonio Maldonado and I, that is – put a new page of Chicago: 1968 up on the Internets for you all to enjoy.
This week, Tony channels some “Where’s Waldo” vibrations in a full page splash of the Festival of Life in Lincoln Park.
The “Festival of Life” was the Yippie-logism for the protest/party that was meant to act as a counter point to the official proceedings of the Democratic National Convention going on at the Amphitheater several miles to the south. The crowd was an eclectic mix of hippie flower children, Yippie clowns and fools, bikers, cops, communists, revolutionaries, undercover CIA, FBI, Navy Intelligence and CPD Red Squad, Students for a Democratic Society, the Mobilization Committee to End the War in Vietnam and bourgeois middle-class Midwestern slack jawed square john lookie loos.
The Yippies set up a hospital, communications center, a “free store” and other counter-cultural exhibitions.
speak up!