Count Cockula

October 28th, 2009 | researchmaterial

Sarah Deaton just made me look at this AND NOW YOU HAVE TO LOOK AT IT TOO GOD DAMN YOU.

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…And The Hazy Sea

October 27th, 2009 | music

It’s that time of the day where one needs a sound like this. I’ve only heard the one album by Cymbals Eat Guitars, and I’m hoping for a second one where they’ve swept out the nervousness and slight insecurity and just focus on blowing off the backs of people’s heads. "…And The Hazy Sea" is from WHY THERE ARE MOUNTAINS by Cymbals Hate Guitars. It’s a little bit like the Arcade Fire got sent to Hell and discovered the place is run by Frank Black.


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October 27th, 2009 | Work

Approaching the end of the first volume, now:

From up here, maybe we can see what we’ve been talking about this whole time. A world that, from up here, looks like Jack Kirby’s Ego The Living Planet, but instead of its face being a wizened old man, it does of course strongly resemble the robot head of Jack Kirby.

Our parachute opens, billowing, capturing the air of comics and slowly bringing us back to this strange earth. From up here, we get the overview, and descend and decelerate into the details.

From up here, you can only see the geographical details of Jack Kirby’s face. There’s no sense of what weather cut those features into the topography, those lines and trenches and pits.

Since I began writing this, other comics creators have come to me with stories of Jack. Jack the angry man, Jack the wall-puncher, Jack the bitter man, Jack the betrayed. Jack the furious, who never raised a hand to anyone but never left any building he resided in without the pockmark of fist-shaped holes…