“Finally… A challenge worthy of Von Doom!”
… he exclaims while engaging in a fight against apes with machine guns.
From WINTER SOLDIER #5 by Ed Brubaker and Butch Guice.
Love it or hate it, this right here is Grant Morrison at his absolute Grant Morrison-est.
From ACTION COMICS #6 by Grant Morrison and Andy Kubert.
In “The World That’s Coming” the most explosive flowers will have sound effects.
From OMAC #4 by Dan DiDio and Keith Giffen.
“Now, my minions, we fly! Doom awaits us!”
This is the single greatest page I’ve ever seen in any comic book ever.
From the recently collected DOCTOR STRANGE: STRANGE TALES.
Pre-show thoughts: Syracuse, New York. The Westcott Theater. Well, this is it. Last week of the tour. One week from today I will be back at the library 8 hours a day, 40 hours a week. I can’t lie, I am excited to sleep in my own bed again. The rest of it, though, I don’t know how I will be able to handle. We’ll see.
I’m so ready to tear it down tonight. I made a whole slew of rookie mistakes at the last show in Vermont. Forgot lyrics, ran out of breath, missed cues. Even still, the crowd was hell of supportive. I still have a tickle in the back of my throat, which I’m concerned will affect my performance tonight, but I can’t worry about that. I just have to do it. Be professional. I have a newfound respect for performers who tour year round regardless of whether they’re sick or not. I haven’t had worse than the sniffles and I was ready to curl into the fetal position after Vermont. This is Syracuse, though. South Burlington is hundreds of miles away and a million years ago. Tonight is all that matters.
Tribe One.
Pre-show thoughts: South Burlington, Vermont. Higher Ground. First things first; let’s just clear the air up front. Yes, I am in Burlington. Yes, I have a new coat. No, it is not from the coat factory. There. I said it.
After last night’s madness, Adam WarRock and I are itching to get back on stage and murder our set. Kill it dead. This venue is baller. They had a real life healthy dinner prepared for us the minute we were done loading in, which was AMAZING. Salad, couscous, tofu, pumpkin pie… All of it. Yum.
Also, I got a haircut at a place called the Hairy Bear, which could not possibly have been more appropriate. I’m ready to rock, you guys.
Tribe One.
Post-show thoughts: Portland, Maine. The Asylum. Last night was a bit of a wild card. There were about a thousand last minute change ups but it still ended up being a really great show. I never in my life thought I would find myself in Maine for ANY reason, let alone to do raps. I can’t say enough how amazing this tour has been. All the other guys are talking about how ready they are to finish the tour (justifiably so after 38 shows in seven weeks), which is not to say they aren’t giving their all every night—on the contrary, I think they’re getting better every night as the tour rolls on to it’s conclusion—but I’m enjoying the living hell out of this. Even the worst part, the driving, is fun to me. I just can’t wait to do this again.
Tribe One.
Starbucks’ pumpkin spice latte has been my drink of choice on the road, but if the coffee can’t taste like pumpkin pie this is the next best thing.
Truck stop condom dispensers of eastern America. Aiken, South Carolina. The third in a series.
This is Brola, henchman of Darkseid, whose super power—the “hand of stone”—is literally just holding a brick.
From JACK KIRBY’S FOURTH WORLD OMNIBUS vol 1.
