Joop Confessions…

Christopher_crossI can’t claim to dig an entire record by Christopher Cross, probably not even all of his singles. However, there’s a handful of this guy’s music that, when time and space are properly aligned, I dig. Part of this is no doubt nostalgia. Part of it though is that I think Cross’ brand of Adult Contemporary-meets-Pop Rock wasn’t so much the former at the time but the latter. I’m pretty sure that when this guy was releasing music the term “Adult Contemporary” didn’t even exist. I think it was eventually made to accommodate Cross and his peers. This particular strain of rock is very much where a certain niche of “artists” in the early 80s headed after Michael McDonald segued out of The Doobie Bros. and hit it big making slightly atmospheric soundtrack music for aging hippies seduced from their thoughts of changing the world by thoughts of changing their income tax bracket by glombing onto the watered-down trappings of the “New Age” (or as I like to call it “Failed Hippy”) movement. You know New Age- that sinister pointlessness that, for a certain demographic in the early 80s replaced taking acid and holding sit-ins with taking cocaine, moving to New York City and selling candles and cassettes containing mantras. ALL of that baggage appears present in Christopher Cross’s music, but the funny thing is, after hating this for most of my life I’ve subsequently found, not so much a redeeming quality to it as an interesting musical archeological imprint from it.

Thee Comic Column #106: Birthright

Birthright-01-VAR_Alright, I’m currently traveling so this will be a short one cribbed in airports and cafes while I make my way home to Chicago. That said, I’ve found yet another new comic I’m really digging and that is what this column is for – to spread the word.

Thee Comic Column #105: AXIS

uncannyavengers4f-onslaughtGenerally, I try to stay away from Event books. That’s not very difficult with DC as I’m largely unfamiliar with the subtler points of their history and I don’t read any of their regular books on an ongoing basis – never really have. With Marvel however it can be tough. The appeal of massive, world-changing events always draws me in at least a little bit, and over the last decade or so the House of Ideas seems to have become dedicated to the creed that there should always be an Event happening. Secret Invasion, Fear Itself, Original Sin… the list of shake-ups to the Marvel Universe is endless and mostly, in the long-run limp. I always follow from afar and yeah, these stories almost always sound interesting, but they also regularly fail to deliver at the moment of truth, i.e. the ending. Things never change as much as the situations would seem to dictate and everything more or less goes back to normal. And yet despite my bias against Events, when I first caught wind of Rick Remender’s Axis I knew I’d be breaking my “No Event Book” policy and diving in head first. Why?

Beautiful Brutality Episode #1: Blut Aus Nord’s The Work Which Tranforms God

The work which transforms god coverI’ve been wanting to do this column for some time. The impetus to share the often hard-won insights culled from three years spent delving deeper and deeper into the basement of the popularly-maligned Black Metal subculture of music is just too good to pass up. I’ve had a list of prospective records and bands that deserve to be written about in a somewhat critical manor for months, I just haven’t had the time. Now then, I do and as such I give to you Episode #1 of my new column here on Joup: Beautiful Brutality.

Thee Comic Column #104: The Return of A Voice in the Dark

A-Voice-In-the-Dark-Get-Your-Gun-1-CoverIt feels like MONTHS since Larime Taylor’s first story arc on his creator-owned A Voice in the Dark ended and I’ve felt pretty much every day since then, waiting for the new arc/new issue. If you read the book you know how damn good it is; a smart and sophisticated street-level story about a college student named Zoey who struggles – along with all the normal social and psychological struggles a college-aged girl would have – with having awakened an appetite for murder within herself after avenging a social wrong done to her best friend during the closing days of Zoey’s high school career. Originally Zoey thinks leaving home to attend college will remove her dark urges, but it’s not long before she finds herself once again in a position to justify murder. Things are complicated further when Zoey, whose uncle Zeke just happens to be a local homicide detective in the cozy college town of Cutter Circle, becomes involved in a whodunit on campus after young coeds begin turning up wearing their insides on the outside. Zoey’s position as the host of an anonymous call-in radio show meant to help both herself and other students vent their dark desires puts her in the middle of things, and as the story progresses Zoey finds she is anything but rehabilitated from her own dark longings…

Joup Confessions…

Skid Row FrontOkay, this is a big one.

First, I completely agree with Tommy from last week’s inaugural Joup Confessions… column when he said he doesn’t enjoy things ironically. To quote Mike Patton and the Dillinger Escape Plan, irony is a dead scene. You own it or you toss it, one or the other. And with that said it should be clear that when I say when the time is right I enjoy me the HELL out of Skid Row’s eponymous debut album from 1989 I fuckin’ mean it!

 

 

 

Thee Comic Column #103: John Carpenter’s Asylum

asylumFile this under the, “How the hell did I miss that?” category. I’ve been a fan of John Carpenter’s movies since I was probably somewhere in the vicinity of nine years old. The brutal Chicago winters often meant many weekdays after school were spent in front of the boob tube where the now classic first generations of the GIJOE and the Transformers cartoons tickled my imagination. And tickle they did, as by the time those cartoons ended I was usually inspired to break out my figures and while away the next few hours before bed immersed in the epic continuation of the perpetually unfolding narratives my figures remained defined by for months at a time (I coveted the chance the storytellers on the cartoons and comics of my favorite action figures had in constructing ongoing continuity so I learned to create my own). This was normally done in front of the tube as well, the various couches and bureaus of the living room transformed by my imagination into definitive locations in these stories, all acted out in front of the syndicated sitcoms that occupied the remainder of the afternoon before seven o’clock hit and Chicago’s WGN Channel 9 began their nightly movie. It was here, sometimes distracted, sometimes engulfed by various cinematic offerings from the 70’s and 80’s, that I first saw many a movie I am now crazy about. Chief among the favorites introduced to me by WGN were the films of John Carpenter.

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