Tag Archives: Comics

Bandra Girl

Oh my goodness. I’m in love with Bandra Girl.

Sita Sings The Blues

Hibernated with my favourite person and watched this feature film yesterday. Sita Sings the Blues is an animated retelling of the Ramayana by the extra-talented-and-I-am-now-in-awe-of Nina Paley who wrote, directed, produced and animated it. Narration of the Ramayana, punctuated with irreverent shadow puppet commentary and scenes from the director’s own life, with perfectly sychronised musical interludes with 1920s jazz musician Annette Hanshaw’s songs. The animations are beautifully rendered and alternate between different styles. It’s a brilliant film, a delightful interpretation of this ancient epic.

Stuff No One Told Me

Barcelona based Alex Noriega’s life lessons illustrations on his blog Stuff no one told me (but I learned anyways) are funny and endearing as they are true.

Lunchbreath

Spent a good hour looking at the work of Lunchbreath, a Chicago based art director who pokes fun at contemporary culture and simplifies everything from relationships and politics, to economics and geography via charts and diagrams. These two favourites exemplify the depressing reality of being a creative.

Check out his flickr.

More laughs than you can muster

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The Melbourne International Comedy Festival is about halfway in and I’ve seen only half a dozen shows so far, but they’ve all been great, no duds. I love seeing the smaller shows do well, I know I sound like a huge art faggot but so be it. I cannot stress enough how important to support upcoming artists, nurture their talent and sponsor their enthusiasm.

A cute show I was invited to last week was Eric Hutton’s Jokey Joke Time at the Old Magistrates Court at the Melbourne Gaol (killer venue, awesome medieval candlelit bar/sitting area too). Eric’s observational ramblings coupled with music, freestyle rap and illustrations were quite memorable. The end of the show was too funny and despite it being a little gross, imagine a PG two girls and a cup, I was terribly hungry afterwards.

I’ve also heard very good things about Luke’s Got Cancer and Wilson Dixon Rides Again. With the imports, I prefer the comics who endear like Josie Long, Maeve Higgins, David O’Doherty (le sigh). I’d love to see some more comedy this week and next, I hope I get a chance. You should too.

Festival fever

Since around 2004, this time of year has meant comedy to me. Last year I was the promotions manager at the New Zealand International Comedy Festival, running the information booth on Vulcan Lane and hiring ‘Comedy Crusaders’ which is what I was in the years before, planning their street presence and pushing shows each day and night, photographing them for future publicity, etc. Ya know, like this.

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I have a huge soft spot for comedy and I especially love stand up. I have since a young age. I have mad admiration for many comedians, I ignore their often awful getups because they make me laugh, I feel a certain attachment to Danny Bhoy because we’re the same mixed race combo ($4.95 plus one free coke) and if I was funny and/or brave, I’d be into doing it myself. I’m not so I befriended a bunch of comics instead.

Okay I digress, the Melbourne International Comedy Festival is on now and I’ve seen four shows so far. I went three nights ago and last night, and felt the biggest pangs of nostalgia. I love the atmosphere around the festival. It’s a delicious buzz, that envelopes chilly nights with laughter and excitement.

Magician James Galea charms in his show I Hate Rabbits’. Jamie Kilstein mothereffing kills. My buddy Nik Coppin is fantastic, lively and warm. I might be seeing Charlie Pickering and Josie Long early this week. Over the next few weeks, I’m going to post some of my recommendations and my favourites on my blog and link to my reviews for the festival publication The Pun if I deem them worthy.

Zine fan

I got my first few zines free at the Cherry Bomb Comics stand at a craft fair, from the zine stall where there were a couple of freebies. I was curious. A homemade publication? How odd! But I took them, read them on the bus ride home, liked them and blu-tacked them to my wall. Then a year later when working at the Comedy Festival, I sat on the floor with the incredibly endearing Josie Long as we photocopied and folded countless copies of her zine, which she then gave each member of her audience. That night I read her ‘programme’ zine, and her larger more comprehensive zine ‘Drawing Moustaches in Magazines Monthly Magazine’ and I haven’t been the same since. She had the best human in the world, her friend David O’Doherty guest zine in it. Update: Holy crap, I just found them online. Download!

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That weekend, I researched zines like a crazy person. I learnt my first folding techniques on youtube and some feminist site. I taught my friends to make zines. (Really I did. I can show you.) Then a few weeks ago, I went to Sticky, a zine shop in Melbourne’s Degraves Street Subway where as part of International Literature Conspiracy week, they held zine launches and  zine fairs. It was fantastic, shelves of carefully hand folded, photocopied, doodled, scrawled and stapled zines, some pretty, some perverted, all quite unique.

This is how you turn a single piece of paper into a zine.

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Project alert: Despite all the learning and teaching, I’ve never completed one myself. So I’m putting making a zine on my project list. Put your name down if you want me to give you a copy when I’m done.

Toodles

Today I’m ending my relationships with anyone and anything I’m not really happy with. Pulling the weeds out of my soulgarden as Christopher Witecki would say. So with that said, here’s Toothpaste for Dinner.

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