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trioxina245 · 1 year
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Lobo, by Simon Bisley
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elrevel · 2 years
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The Main Man and the Main Man’s Main Man. You might not be able to see it much in my current work, but Simon Bisley was a huge influence on my work when I was a teenager. I was obsessed with his work when I was in High School, especially by the Lobo Paramilitary X-mas Special and Judgment on Gotham. In time, I moved on to stuff that was less rendered, but the little painterly bits that you can still see in my work are definitely remnants of my love for the Biz. - #lobo #cdccomics #mainman #czarnians #illustrationsketch #sketchbook #characters #charactersketch #comics #comicartist #comicartwork #comicartists #comicartistsoninstagram #digitalsketch #photoshop #cintiq https://www.instagram.com/p/ChU_MhmK5Nr/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Watch "TOPPOP: Dana Gillespie - Andy Warhol (Chromakey)" on YouTube
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johnashtongolden · 2 years
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#KAYFABETOBER DAY 14: LOBO... That’s THE MAIN MAN to you, ya bastiches!! - #kayfabetober2022 #cartoonistkayfabe #inktober #inktober2022 #LOBO #DCcomics #drawing #sketchbook #illustration #mainman #inking #johnnygoldenart #johnashtongolden #mortalmirrorstudio (at Colorado Springs, Colorado) https://www.instagram.com/p/CjuHeRusJjC/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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silverbaxart · 2 years
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I love me some of The Main Man. I wish I could afford more. . #Lobo #dccomics #dclobo #injustice #greenlatern #comicbooks #mainman #themainman #toys #collection https://www.instagram.com/p/Cgu_UREvnEj/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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thecollectorsbase · 20 days
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itsreallynilly · 11 months
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Happy Father's Day grandpop. You're so missed on this side of earth. 🤎🩶
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ekuroeil · 1 year
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The Main Ekuroeil, the last of his kind. He wasn't going to let the other live and steal his thunder.
To find Ekubo The Last Skwirell on many textiles (T-shirts, hoodies, hats, bags, etc.) check out my shop : https://ekuroeil-design.myspreadshop.ch/
Pour retrouver Ekubo The Last Skwirell sur pleins de textiles (T-shirts, sweats à capuche, casquettes, sacs, etc.) faites un saut sur mon shop : https://ekuroeil-design.myspreadshop.ch/               
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plumpbeautyco · 2 years
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Just a girl and her dog. It’s the third one for me! 👸🏻🐶😘🥰🥹 Everytime someone sat down on the floor during this shoot, @wolfesgram thought it was for / because of him. 😅😅😅 #dogmom @plumpbeautyco #plumpbeautyco #vain #puppy #photoshoot #model #dogmodel #girlandherdog #justagirlandherdog #allineed #mainman #mainsqueeze #puppylove #puppykisses #morkie #photooftheday #photographer #fyp #hair #makeup #reddress (at The Urban Jungle Studio) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cd4UA23pyCQ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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chuckster · 2 years
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You like Nine Inch Nails? Their early work was a little too synth faggot for my taste. But when Broken came out in '92, I think they really came into their own, commercially and artistically. The whole album has a bloody, beaten sound, and a new sheen of mental anguish that really gives the songs a big boost. He's been compared to Marilyn Manson, but I think Trent loves his wife. In '94, Trent released this; Downward Spiral!, their most accomplished album. I think their undisputed masterpiece is "Closer". A song so catchy, most people probably don't listen to the lyrics. But they should, because it's not just about the pleasures of sexual relations and the burden of depression, it's also a personal statement about the band itself!
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therealfilmbelize · 6 months
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https://news.livewirereporter.com/story/416899/belize-global-media-llc-bgm-and-kalos-studios-ltd-forge-a-creative-alliance-to-propel-belizean-talent-onto-the-global-stage.html
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argent-sz · 2 years
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I fucking LOVE saying "im the best at x" when i do something particularly ok, just ok
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honeydewtual · 2 years
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this is so funny
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stylecouncil · 4 months
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“David Bowie, MainMan Office, 252 Regent Street, London. (1972). It was a rather overcast day in London and Mick Watts and I went over to interview David at his manager Tony DeFries’ rather small and grubby office on Regent Street. As we entered, David was sitting very pretty in this amazingly bright outfit, lazily smoking a cigarette and reading a book. “Hello, come in,” he said smiling, and after we got over the shock of the new Bowie look, Mick and I sat down and had a cup of tea and a chat about what he was up to with this ‘new look’. During the chat/interview David announced he was gay and always had been, much to the shock of our Mick Watts who, though a bit stunned, continued the interview with a quizzical expression of disbelief. I took pictures and tried not to laugh. True, there were many gay folks in the ‘biz’ but none of them would admit it to the press. I thought David was ‘pulling our leg’ and it was just part of his new act with Ziggy. This photo was used on the front page of the Melody Maker for the next weeks issue, reversed so David is looking the other way. It caused a lot of talk and as David told me later, the publicity had made him, or rather Ziggy, a star." - 📸: Barrie Wentzell
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sweetdreamsjeff · 4 months
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Jeff Buckley: Grace under fire
Dave Simpson, The Guardian, 1 May 1998
Singer Jeff Buckley lived in the shadow of his father Tim's death. Dave Simpson remembers meeting the visionary of pain and loss, and hears the demo recordings of Buckley's planned second album
WHEN JEFF Buckley walked fully clothed and singing into a Memphis marina on the Mississippi river last year he closed one of the briefest, brightest chapters in rock. Bernard Butler, the former Suede guitarist, recently said: "If it wasn't for Jeff Buckley I wouldn't be doing any of this. Seeing him restored my faith in music." High praise, matched only by Led Zeppelin's high priest, Jimmy Page: "Jeff Buckley was one of the greatest losses of all."
Buckley left just one completed album, Grace, rightly hailed as a masterpiece. But the demos for what would have been his second, planned to be called My Sweetheart The Drunk, are released by Columbia this month.
Demos, because apparently Buckley was dissatisfied with the sessions (with former Television mainman Tom Verlaine) and planned to burn the recordings and start again, beginning with a rehearsal planned for the very night he died. Sketches contains some of the most stunning and intriguing rock performances ever committed to tape. It's impossible to decide which are the more affecting: the staggering soulful beauty of a song like 'Everybody Wants You', or the references to funerals, cemeteries and suicide that shadow the album; the fragile magnificence of 'Opened Once', or the album's pervasive sense of loneliness.
That Buckley could have even contemplated trashing this music is the mark either of an acute perfectionist or of an extremely disturbed mind. And is it just hindsight that gives lines like 'Witches Rave''s "I'll never make it out alive" such an eerie psychological pull?
Equally bizarrely, Buckley's mysterious demise aged 30 on May 29 1997 (he told a friend he was "going for a swim", although many have speculated it was suicide) appeared a curious twist of destiny. His natural father, sixties singer Tim Buckley, had died tragically (from a drug overdose on June 29 1975) at 28, and his son was forever stalked by the Buckley legend. "Eternal life is on my trail," Jeff once sang, knowing full well that he was carving his own myth.
I first met him in 1994, in the first flush of critical fanfare for Grace. I was sent along to get a handful of quotes for a music paper, and we ended up talking for over an hour. This was typical of Jeff. If he liked you, you were in. It didn't concern him that he had other, more important interviews scheduled and that his press officer was frantically trying to get his attention. Just as in his music, Jeff Buckley knew all the rules but routinely bent them to suit his own purposes. In conversation as on stage, he'd play up to the image he'd created — the moody, magnificent James Dean of rock — and shatter it in an instant. Expecting a tortured artist, I was surprised by his mischievous humour.
He was a bag of contradictions, someone who shaped his surroundings (as we talked, he selected Duke Ellington to play in his portable CD), whilst simultaneously claiming to be ill at ease, both with people and daily situations.
He could be remarkably, even suspiciously eloquent. He said of his voice: "I feel it and I wanna go there. Every feeling has an articulation. It's like when you get drunk or you try Ecstasy for the first time and all your secrets come tumbling out, and you say things you've never said before."
His music, he insisted, was equally natural. "Do you think about what you're doing when you're making love?" he asked, using a favourite metaphor. He was the sort of person who would flirt with a bathchair. His entire arsenal of vocal mannerisms seemed to be filched from Dean's simmering vocabulary. But it became obvious that Jeff Buckley was carrying around a set of troubles for which there were no easy answers.
Buckley's early life around California was fairly blissful, even though he was brought up by his Panamanian mother and two successive stepfathers. He picked up his grandmother's guitar aged six and learned about harmonies by singing along with his mom to the radio as it blared out tunes by Stevie Wonder and Sly Stone. His favourite record was Terry Jacks' premature-death anthem 'Seasons In The Sun'.
When Buckley was 12, his stepfather gave him a copy of Led Zeppelin's Physical Graffiti (later influences included Nina Simone, Sex Pistols and the Cocteau Twins), and Jeff began writing songs. His first, he remembered, was "something stupid about a break-up." In his teens at college in Los Angeles he penned 'Eternal Life', which included the lines: "Got my red glitter coffin, man, just need one more nail", about the rock-death myth.
Buckley moved to New York, building up a fearsome reputation as a live performer in and around East Village. By the time a reworked 'Eternal Life' and other equally harrowing but strangely beautiful songs such as 'Dream Brother' appeared in his set, many in the audiences (which often included the likes of Nick Cave) would scream in rapture. Others would find the outpourings of naked emotion so disquieting they'd leave the room.
"I'm used to being hated," he told me. "It's something I've had ever since I was a kid. It hurts, but there's nothing I can do. I'm not lying." Neither did he pull his punches. At almost the exact time as he secured a record deal, Jeff managed the potentially career-threatening feat of being seen to "diss" labelmate Bob Dylan.
"I was at A Hole In the Wall in New York, and I'd seen Dylan the night before," he revealed. "So I did an impression of him singing 'I Want You'. I did an impression of him singing 'Grace'. I talked about how he sailed through some songs and was really brilliant on others. People were shouting 'But he's still got it, right?' And I'm going: 'No. This is not Blonde On Blonde. This is him now. You guys are living in the past'."
In the audience were Bob Dylan's manager, his assistant manager, and his best friend. "Man, the next day I was in Tompkins Square Park, staring at the ground with the snow falling, wishing I was never born. My A&R man saying, 'Well, Bob feels dissed.' But I really didn't... I just... loved him so much I sent him up." Buckley wrote a personal apology — and then when Grace came out, critics hailed the "new Bob Dylan".
Around this time people began making the inevitable, if misleading musical comparisons between Jeff and Tim Buckley. Both were singer-songwriters with distinctive voices. Jeff never knew his father (he vaguely remembered their one meeting "on a beach somewhere"). He wouldn't accept that even his smouldering looks came from his father.
"I look like my mother," he insisted. "I have my own choices, and I have my own life. All I know is that the guy's dead. I had a very musical environment growing up, that didn't involve him. Maybe I was imbued with the same things, the same parts. But it ain't his voice, and it ain't my voice, and it wasn't his father's voice or his father's father before. It's just the voice that's passed down. My grandfather sang, apparently. And my grandfather on my mother's side sang! I come from a line of singers. But my choices are my choices."
Buckley's resentment was palpable. Was he angry because his father abandoned him? "It's private," he mumbled, "but I went through, and am still going through a period of trying to figure out... why? The main question you wanna answer is did he love you or not, and if so, why didn't he love you enough to..."
Stick around. He didn't need to finish the sentence. The force driving Jeff Buckley was that he never recovered from the rejection.
He clung on to other people. "All I want to do is love everyone," he sang. There was a scarcely publicised affair with Cocteau Twin Elizabeth Fraser (who once recorded his father's 'Song To The Siren'), even curious rumours concerning Marianne Faithfull. His idealism was mirrored by a profound hatred of everything he deemed false, from colonialism to MTV and supermodels. But his chief obsession was that he would somehow "fail the music".
But what if Jeff wasn't involved in music? His answer came in instalments. "I think... that I... would be... a corpse."
We met again, but the last time I saw him he seemed exhausted by the road, itching to get back into the studio. There were narcotic rumours, but his body was found clean. When the news of his death came through it seemed like a dark joke, the kind of macabre prank Buckley would have dreamt up. It wasn't.
During his life, people talked of "Tim Buckley's son", but from now on it could easily be "Jeff Buckley's father". Jeff would have laughed at that. But his powerful musical legacy will be his final vengeance.
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pikachuever · 5 months
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kaiman by me
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