Monday, June 10, 2013

When Creators’ Feelings Explode:

A ponderous consideration of Dynamite and its detractors.

Some two decades ago, a small company in New Jersey began contracting with comic artists and writers to autograph their comics for repackaging and distribution through Diamond, Capital City, Heroes World and Friendly Franks. The creators got a few bucks, fans with no access to convention signings could purchase autographed comics, and everyone was happy.

I am not speaking of Dynamic Forces, which took a heavy stake in this business space during the ‘90s, but of Clobbering Time in Union, New Jersey. I was one of Clobbering Times’ two proprietors. We also had several stores. Then Superman died and Ebay was born. It was the best of times. It was the worst of times.

It wasn’t long before I took an interest in publishing. It made sense. I had a good Rolodex of writers and artists, a solid relationship with major distributors, and often found myself seeking a more immediate outlet for my own material. Besides, how hard could it be to publish comics?

Well, it’s harder than it looks. There are deadlines to meet, budgets to balance, and that nasty bugaboo returns. Nowhere in any industry of my acquaintance is it more evident that the devil is indeed in the details. The most innocent of gestures (or bone-headed of oversights) can be amplified exponentially by the type of people you’d expect to find in an oversized mom-and-pop industry.

For its part, my fledgling Aardwolf Publishing made one stunning faux pas with our earliest project. We took a cover we had commissioned and paid for and then re-used it on a book’s sequel without first seeking the cover artist’s permission. It wasn’t a business decision intended to cheat anyone but the burden of communication certainly fell upon us and we dropped that ball hard. It burnt a relationship with a creator that I respected and taught me at least one valuable lesson: The value of good communications.

Dynamite Entertainment was another New Jersey-based publishing house that, like Aardwolf, sprung (or crawled) out of the parasitic repackaging business. I never thought of it that way until Mike Kelley, at Stan Lee’s POW Entertainment, recently told me he considered the burgeoning CGC a leech on the industry. It’s not necessarily meant as a derogatory statement. Parasites, like gut worms, are a legitimate part of the food chain, albeit a disgusting part.

While I am loathe to source the ever-changing digital-graffiti repository Wikipedia, that site’s current description of Dynamite Entertainment (henceforth Dynamite) is significant only insofar as it was clearly keyed in by a company employee. Thus: “Dynamite Entertainment is a comic book publisher founded by Nick Barrucci in 2005, first producing two Army of Darkness limited series published through Devil's Due Publishing until self-publishing their titles later that year. The first two years saw them adding only a handful of titles like Red Sonja and Xena. After devoting itself to publishing only Army of Darkness, Dynamite came back one year later with Red Sonja, debuting with a 25-cent issue #0. It sold 240,000 copies and #1, the first to sell at a full cover price of $2.99, sold 100,000 in initial orders which cemented Dynamite's position as a force in the American comic book industry. Now Dynamite publishes a current slate of 14-20 comic books and 2-10 collections per month.”

I’ve had no personal experiences with Dynamite and, until this article, only chance few occasions to meet or speak with its founder/president Nick Barrucci.

I first saw Nick at Will Eisner’s memorial service in New York City where I watched him volunteer to address the assembled who’s who of still-living comics icons gathered there to pay respects. Since then, Nick and I have met several times at various industry functions; we briefly discussed potential business when I was at IDT Entertainment five years ago, and, more recently, the possibility of reprinting Dave Cockrum’s Futurians. None of these talks went anywhere; neither of us pursued them. No harm, no foul.

All of this is to say that I have no axe to grind with Nick Barrucci, no bad history, and, given our background, even some common ground.

So where is the bad guy?

DON McGREGOR: RUBBED RAW, DOESN'T HIDE

On June 2, I became aware of a situation broiling between Barrucci and the writer Don McGregor when Don forwarded a piece that Michael Netzer had written.

In the interest of full disclosure, allow me to note that I am friends with Netzer and have collaborated with him on numerous occasions. I am also very fond of Don McGregor and overly protective of him as I find him to appear in a weakened state. Both he and his wife have been ill for as long as I’ve known them. Further, work has been scarce for the 67-year-old creator. From our first encounter in Gene Colan’s living room years ago, this warm and extremely emotional man has expressed one need very clearly: He wants his work taken seriously. Consequently, like others who haven’t had a hit record for some time, Don clings to his former successes. And rightly so—his were formidable. His work with Colan on Ragamuffins was splendid. His Black Panther run on Jungle Action is among the finest series of the Bronze Age. There are many other robust examples. But fate is a fickle editor and even the cruelest plots have nothing on real life, so Don spends more time in Lenox Hill Hospital these days than he does in front of a typewriter.

By the time I began to investigate the Barrucci-McGregor melee, it seemed to be over. A venerable tempest in a teapot, it began with an announcement that Dynamite had licensed Lady Rawhide, a property initially published by Topps Comics in 1995. The project had been announced weeks earlier by Dynamite along with a startling cover image that brought my ironic connection to this tale full circle. But more on that later.

While Lady Rawhide had been created by McGregor and artist Mike Mayhew, the announcement from Dynamite lacked mention of McGregor. Learning of this for the first time from a Facebook friend, McGregor expressed his distress at what he considered a glaring omission:

"First I'm reading about it. I created Lady Rawhide, and wrote every Topps comic featuring her. Zorro Productions has a contract with me that I get a percentage of anything done with characters I created. Are Zorro Productions and Dynamite now screwing creators?"

In little time, both Heidi McDonald at The Beat and Rich Johnston at Bleeding Cool gave the story attention, and both solicited a response from Barrucci:

“I’m running around the city in meetings,” Barrucci wrote. “Funny coincidence – Last night I had a meeting with two comics creators, and the interesting thing about when they talk about royalties. They get them after the book ships and after the end of the reporting period. You know, the way the world works. They don’t seem to get paid based on an announcement. Now, a book gets announced and Don is already being screwed out of any financial compensation that he has an agreement on? I doubt it. I’ve worked with the Zorro Property Owners for 4 years, and they always honor not only their contracts, but their word. I’m not speaking for them, but saying what in my experience and what I can comfortably say for the experience that I’ve had with Matt Wagner and others. Don talks about “honest failure” to the audience. I guess it’s ok if he lets them down. I have a lot of respect for Don. But this was unfair to Zorro Properties to go out there and make these claims without asking anyone what the release schedule was, the book ships, etc. It would have been nice if Don would have been professional and asked honest questions before making wild assertions. And then complain if he’s not happy. Which he is happy to do. Don – feel free to drop me a line directly to answer any questions –nick.barrucci@dynamite.com”

Forum discussions at Bleeding Cool and comments at The Beat displayed a divided response. No one used the word cheated and the matter would have likely simmered out quickly had someone not blazed a more profound tangent.

MIKE NETZER SPEAKS SOFTLY AND CARRIES A BIG STICK

Michael Netzer’s response to the situation, which arrived on June 2 in the form of both an article and an illustration, is best taken in its historical context.

Netzer, age 57, first emerged on the comics’ scene as Mike Nassar and came under the tutelage of comics pioneer Neal Adams. When I say pioneer, I refer less to Adams’ industry-changing art than his vocal and widely covered fight for creators’ rights—both the return of original artwork to artists and, more importantly to comics’ fans, his historic battle on behalf of Superman creators Jerry Siegel and Joe Shuster. Eventually securing work at both DC and Marvel, Michael’s nascent years were spent witnessing how a previous generation had been largely robbed and mistreated by publishers whose bottom lines excluded any regard for those comics’ creators who’d birthed and popularized the intellectual properties these publishers now milked. Disgusted with what he’d experienced and desirous of pursuing other callings, Netzer left comics. When he returned 15 years later, it was to Dynamite.

“I have mixed feelings about my experience with [Nick],” Netzer wrote to me when asked for a statement for this article. “Our communications were cordial but not warm. My first comics’ job in 15 years, those b/w Green Hornet covers, he asked me to do them in some other artist's style that he obviously didn't want to pay for. Then he published the covers in a flamboyant press release. All four cover variations in an art showcase, and not the slightest mention of the artist. What a way to make a comeback. I kept quiet about it out of respect for him. Now I see it's a way of life. He only gives a shit about creators he caters to and needs for more work. Everything else seems expendable to him.”

There’s no need to interpret Netzer’s statement. His pain bubbles to the surface. He doesn’t accuse Barrucci of lying to him or cheating him in any way—but of treating him expendably. Given that context, coupled with the history of BIG comics publishers treading on comparatively small creators that haunts Netzer’s generation (to say nothing of those who witnessed the recent dismantling of Ghost Rider creator Gary Friedrich), Netzer’s response to Barrucci was not unpredictable. That Netzer allowed his reaction to sit for so long until another, older creator was similarly slighted should not surprise anyone either. Netzer’s basic nature is balance, not battle. He’s an artist first and foremost.

Nevertheless, a heated discussion arose with multiple battlefronts, from the forums and comments of the aforementioned articles to various threads on Facebook. At one juncture, Netzer declared, “This is a war.” Tongue in cheek? Perhaps. But the gauntlet was thrown.

COMICS BULLETIN FIRES A SHOT

On June 5, I was asked by Jason Sacks, owner/editor of the ComicsBulletin website, to look over an article he was preparing on the subject. I was approached, I suspect, for various reasons. For one, Jason is currently engaged as the digital coordinator for a project of mine at Aardwolf. More importantly, Jason edited my “Past Masters” columns a decade ago for ComicsBulletin. That column, in which I detailed the injustices suffered by X-Men co-creator Dave Cockrum, was part of a strategy to get Cockrum attention with an eye towards an eventual settlement with Marvel.

Awash in my own workload, I read Jason’s article quickly and made some small editorial suggestions for the opening graphs that had less to do with content than style. The next day, Jason’s article “The Woman with a Whip: Why Lady Rawhide Matters” appeared. And in referencing it on his own Facebook, Jason mentioned me: “It's great that so much attention is paid to creators' rights these days. But the price of creators' rights is that we need to be eternally vigilant about those rights. Last week's incidents around Don McGregor show why that is so important, as Michael Netzer and Clifford Meth often remind us.”

It would become a heated, back-and-forth exchange. Barrucci was the first to respond to Jason’s post: “Yes, creators need to be vigilant about their rights. But a direct phone call or e-mail to ask the person that they need to talk with is better than the lynch mob which you claim did not happen. There was a lynch mob. And guess what, I'm not chiming in for me. I'm now posting now because every publisher has to be concerned with any internet "mob" that wants to rile up and attack anyone.”

Barrucci’s post was actually three-times longer than what I’ve quoted. I read the lengthy, overwritten billet-doux and, against my better judgment, chimed in:

“Other than that, Mrs. Lincoln, how was the play?”

It was just my little toe in the water. But now, like it or not, I was fully engaged. Nick’s replies were instant. A précis of our public June 6th conversation follows:

Barrucci: Cliff - really? the play actually sucked
Meth: Just trying to lighten the air, Nick. Didn't I read on Michael Netzer’s blog that everyone lived happily ever after?
Barrucci: We were supposed to. But then some more people assuming and throwing stones showed up just as we were finishing kissing and making up.
Meth: (Old Arabic saying: All the arbitrator gets is torn clothes)
Barrucci: is that why there aren't any arbitrator's in comics?
Meth: Just Gary Groth.
Barrucci: Cliff - you're publishing, and you've worked with a lot of creators. Do you think that all publishers are out to screw creators? Do we not get the same chance to talk to people that you would expect us to give creators?
Meth: I don't think that for one second.
Barrucci: oh, shit, watch it. you said some bad internet words - you just said that not all publishers are evil (this is kidding - no context).
Meth: The Jack Kirby crucifixion, to say nothing of those poor old guys who created Superman, has created a fairly strong gut reaction in those of us who care about history/comics/people. And every case is individual. And there are LOTS of publishers.
Barrucci: Basically, and not saying you, but everyone said creators have been treated like shit for years, now let's have karma and treat publishers like shit.
Meth: I think it's a fair assessment that creators in comics have mistakenly NOT been part of a unionized effort that would allow for collective bargaining. The Writers Guild protects Hollywood writers. SFWA protects SF writers. Comics writers/artists are at the mercy of BIG publishers with BIG legal teams; and they are naive when they are young and desperate when they are older. There have been some terrible injustices. But that is not a reflection on every individual publishing house. It's just an equation that makes it clear, to me at least, that writers and artists need to better organize. What just happened with you and Don can easily be chalked up to a miscommunication where many people jumped in (because of their love for Don, hatred of injustice, or memories of little guys getting run over by BIGGER guys). I happen to like Don very, very much. I might even have his baby. But my real interest in this was how Michael Netzer grabbed it (for right or wrong, depending on your vantage point) and was able to create a small riot. THAT, Nick, is fascinating.

And that’s where I was willing to leave it.

It wasn’t long before Sacks and Netzer had joined the conversation. I lurked for a bit but it grew late so I signed off with the following, which would become my own Facebook status for a day: “I wouldn't worry about a guild rising up in the comics world anytime soon. People here are too childish. They still read comics.”

GIVE WAR A CHANCE

It seemed that McGregor had worked out his issues with Barucci. The bigger problem for Barrucci, near as I could tell, was the quantity, if not the quality, of his own responses, which, when taken together and measured by the word, likely outweighed all those of his many detractors and defenders combined.

Netzer responded directly to me: “After we settled everything about Don McGregor, he [Barrucci] started flipping out all over the internet trying to silence anyone talking about him with personal attacks, disingenuous self-accolades, pathetic attempts to pit creators against each other, evading issues and calling on favors he must have done for people to continue a fight that nobody else but him was fighting anymore. I don't think it's dishonest, just extremely immature and disrespectful, like his first response to Don that started all this. I can imagine what a shitty feeling it must be for artists and writers who have to work with him, or fall between the cracks because he doesn't need them anymore.”

On his own website, Netzer added: “Barrucci’s cynical ploy to turn the tables on the creator whose work he intends to exploit, entirely disregarded the fact that Don made no mention of payments, only the basic professional courtesy failings of keeping the creator out of the loop and not even mentioning his name in the promotional material. As has been the case in such internet discussions, which I’ve commented on at Tom Spurgeon’s Comics Reporter, the talk quickly lost focus, giving way into bickering over the legal responsibility of the publisher. I’ve joined a few good members at both venues, trying not to lose track of the unprofessional and disingenuous way that Nick Barrucci responded – and the effective attempt to insult Don McGregor, most likely to cover up for his own failing in how the affair has been handled… Don McGregor is owed a sincere apology from Nick Barrucci for his distasteful and abusive response to Don’s justified grievance.”

In sum, it wasn’t about what Barrucci did or didn’t initially do to McGregor—it was about the way he did it. Or didn’t do it. Or refused to own up to it. And the deep hole he refused to stop digging.

SEEKING BALANCE: BARRUCCI’S ARMY ARRIVES TO DISPELL THE DARKNESS

On June 9, I used Facebook, Twitter and good old word-of-mouth to put out a call to creators, asking them to contact me privately regarding their experiences with Dynamite Entertainment and Dynamic Forces. I gave all involved parties a heads up. My stated goal was "a balanced article."

The first objection came from Barrucci. A précis of our email exchange follows:

Barrucci: My quick request is to ask that you just have your facebook post say Dynamite [and not Dynamic Forces]. The two divisions do two different things and so far, everything has been about Dynamite.

Meth: The two might be different divisions, but they both work with comics’ creators. At this point, I am simply shaking the trees.

Barrucci: Sure, I do see that, but at the same time, one handles publishing and things with creators and one is about signing books with creators. Other collectibles, but you're looking for the comics’ part. Is it too much to ask?

It was too much to ask, so I didn’t reply. I wasn’t going to argue with anyone about what they believed was relevant to my research. Indeed, Barrucci’s request struck me as oddly self-damning.

Barrucci’s next email to me regarded Mark Ellis, an author he had attempted to do business with. The two, apparently, had left the non-deal disliking each other more than a little. I had no interest in this preemptive attack and won’t quote from it, nor did I attempt to contact Ellis. The two had not done business. They had merely pissed on each other’s shoes.

Over the next 24 hours I received messages and emails from various comics’ creators who wanted to give me their perceptions of Dynamite/Barrucci. My first question to all of them was the same: “Did Nick send you?”

Yes, they said, Nick had sent them.

The following is an excerpt of their offerings:

Dennis Calero: Nick has been one of the most professional, fair and even handed publishers I ever worked with. I don't know what this individual situation is about, but if Nick says it was a misunderstanding, I would at least initially take him at his word.
Jai Nitz: I've written quite a bit for Dynamite in the last few years… All told, over 50 issues of comics. I'd be happy to go on the record about working at Dynamite.
Ken Haeser: I've never had any real problems with them the few years I've known them. They have always been upfront with everything and as far as I know, never tried to screw me.
Colton Worley: Been with them since 2009 and haven't had any problems with them.
Heubert Khan Michael: I have been under exclusive contract with DE since March, 2011. From the very beginning—from my asking for a higher rate than initially offered to my "demand" that I be given regular work since I am the family's breadwinner—Nick was all instant "yes", no dead air or hesitation to give what I asked for over our overseas phone conversation. Minutes after hanging up he emailed the contract—with all my requested provisions stated in black and white. Two years and Nick's yet to break that agreement, and I've already lost count the times he's went out of his way to help me when I was in need. Nick's also very supportive of my growth as an artist. He'd send me emails directly but tactfully telling me things I should improve on every now and then. He would also look out for me whenever I attend conventions in the US, and see to it that we get to chat about projects, my work, and ask about what else I would want to stay happy at DE. I don't think a newcomer like me can be any happier being given a flagship title on a regular basis, and I thank Nick for having that much faith in me.
Arvid Nelson: I guess there's some kind of kerfuffle going on, and Nick Barrucci emailed me asking me to PM you about my experience working for him. I can't speak to whatever's going on (of course!) but Nick's always treated me very well. Prompt payment, consistently upfront about what's going on. I have nothing but warm, fuzzy feeling for him.
Ande Parks: Not everything has always been perfect. Nick and I have had a few misunderstandings and/or miscommunications. These have been handled directly, on both sides of the equation. If I'm upset, I talk to Nick about it. If he agrees that he screwed up, he apologizes and we find a way to fix it that pleases both parties. If I screw up or fail to deliver, we handle it the same way. I've always felt that I can call Nick and hash things out. I think he feels the same… Nick is honest and straight-forward. He will tell you he's got to watch his bottom line to keep his company going. He'll tell you what he can afford to pay. He'll tell you if a book is selling well. He'll tell you if it's doing poorly. He'll tell you what he wants and listen if your needs don't coincide with his. Of course, I say all this as someone who is still getting paid by Dynamite on a monthly basis (as an aside, their voucher-processing and check-cutting system is as smooth as any I've ever dealt with). If I no longer worked for Dynamite as of tomorrow, I would offer the same assessment, but people will have to take my word on that. I understand that some may think I'm biased or wanting to court favor. My answer would be that my integrity is not for sale.
Tom Sniegoski [who responded to my asking if Barrucci had sent him with, “I just decided to put my two cents in”]: I've known Nick Barrucci for over 20 years, and have worked with him and his company on various things… and I've never had any problems. Sure, Nick might be a little bit difficult to get in touch with here and there, but I've never been given the impression that he was trying to screw me over in any way. Basically I think Nick is a good guy, that really does love the comic book art form, and I'm glad he's in business.

There were two other comics’ creators I spoke with. I reached out to Gail Simone, who has an excellent reputation for, among other things, being outspoken. Gail replied, via Twitter for all to see, “I am working for them right now, I am re-launching Red Sonja, lovely bunch. I have nothing but positive things to say!”

I also had a very pleasant conversation with Mark Waid who reached out to me and who, in sum, had only nice things to say about “Nicky” and was saddened to see this episode engulf so many people. “Anyone can have a shitty day,” said Mark.

BIAS? BY US?

I estimate that in 10 days, Nick Barrucci wrote more words in response to this subject than I have written about anything in a month or perhaps two months. And I’m a writer. That’s how I make my living.

I don’t call attention to the volume of Barrucci’s voluminous responses to belittle him. I state it as fact and as part of my theory: Nick Barrucci has, in this instance, become the victim of protesting too much. As in the lady doth.

Further, many of Barrucci’s protestations were less than polished. I have not included any [sic] inserts, as William F. Buckley most assuredly would have—I’ve just quoted and reprinted Barrucci’s responses as they came in and left the grammar, or lack thereof, intact. Another observation: In a public internet graffiti arena with writers and would-be writers, lack of net-eloquence is tantamount to picking a fight with a gorilla.

And then there’s the paranoia:

“Cliff,” Nick emailed at past-midnight last night, in perhaps his tenth email to me in just three hours, “You should ask Joe Rubinstein how Michael [Netzer] really needed work years ago and contacted me and we worked out a promotion for Mike to draw 4 covers and created an annual for him to draw to help him. But Michael does not like that to be mentioned. I mention it because Michael was one of the ones who hit me hardest. The only thing that I can think of that happened was I helped Michael, and it wasn't enough. I know your close with Michael, so I should actually be careful with my words, but the whole situation was unfair and my name is f'ed on this situation forever.”

I took umbrage with that last part—the bit about being close with Netzer and therefore someone Barrucci had to be careful with. I said as much in my response:

“Yes, I'm friends with Mike Netzer,” I wrote, “but I am not writing an editorial… This is a bigger piece than you and Don and Michael.”

But what I wrote wasn’t true, although I meant it when I wrote it. This piece would certainly be editorialized. It's gonzo journalism. Only obituaries are free of bias. And even that’s arguable.

So I asked myself: Can I write an honest story that includes Michael Netzer? I believed so. I thought I could look past the many times I’d turned to Michael during a moment of personal turmoil seeking his usually unusual gift of calm. I was fairly certain I could put aside memories of the times Michael and I worked together, the gifts we’d exchanged, the beautiful pieces of Netzer art hanging in my children’s bedrooms… But not of my tendency to see Michael as vulnerable. As a brave man, sure, but one who is older than I and physically frail; an artist of meager means who supports a large family and lives in a besieged community; a man who often appears to struggle (as compared with, well, this suburban New Jersey-based writer).

Unbiased? Maybe not.

It was nearly 1 a.m. Nick Barrucci and Michael Netzer were still on Facebook trading insults in a thread that had gone on for days. And every fifteen minutes I got another email from Barrucci, each one more desperate than the last. “It’s been 10 days of these attacks,” he wrote, defending himself more than any innocent man should have to, talking about “haters” and injustice and leveling “how would you like it?” sentences at me that were filled with misspellings.

“Go to bed” I told him.

UNDER THE COVERS

I suffered from lack of sleep. There’s worse things, sure, but it’s hard to think of them when you’re exhausted. I was considering how easily all of this might have been avoided, and how much time I’d already spent on this matter, and how utterly dumb that was when I had deadlines and paying work in front of me.

There was a new note on Twitter regarding L’affaire Barrucci. “They've always been straight shooters with me,” said artist Phillip Hester.

The preceding incidents, this 5,000-word arbitration, and the torn clothes that will follow cost me at least ten waking hours. I can only imagine the toll on Don McGregor, who needs that time for his wife who is hospitalized, or on Michael Netzer, who needs time to work and feed his family, or on Nick Barrucci, who is tasked with running a company.

I stared at the cover of the advertised Dynamite Lady Rawhide by artist Joseph Michael Linsner—a sexy, voluptuous drawing of a well-endowed cowgirl staring back. And I recalled, sadly, how despite our once budding friendship, Joe Linsner hadn’t spoken to me in nearly two decades because of my own little company’s foolish failure to contact him and ask for permission to use his cover a second time.

So where’s the bad guy? I looked in the mirror.

Accidents happen and can be mitigated with a few words. If they’re the right words. If you have the right words. Or so one would hope.

In the meantime, what we’ve got here is a failure to communicate.

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Sunday, June 2, 2013

Stan Lee, Dave Cockrum, Gene Colan & 40 More Reasons

My new Kickstarter project has been going very well, with double our funding goal reacher in just 10 days. There's still 30 days to go and you can get some great ORIGINAL COMIC ART, signed comics, file copies and other perks ridiculously cheap. Have a look.

Sunday, May 26, 2013

What Really Happened to Dave Cockrum and Gene Colan?

Colan kept dignity and high spirits in spite of dire circumstances.
If you've followed my blog, you know how I felt about my pals Dave Cockrum & Gene Colan. What you probably don't know is what went on behind the scenes of their struggles with Marvel. Perhaps you read between the lines. Maybe you missed the episodes entirely and are content collecting their comics and art. Fair enough.

But if you're interested in their real stories--and some of the other sordid happenstances in the world of four-color comics--you might want to check out this video.

Cockrum was cheated but never complained. 
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Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Kubert School Scholarships: The Gifts That Keep Giving

I hope to attend this Friday's annual scholarship awards ceremony at the Joe Kubert School. It won't be the same without Joe, who left us last August. But there is no greater legacy to my old friend than his school's ability to produce well-trained artists and launch them into the industry. This year, I am proud to add a third scholarship to the portfolio:


THE JOE KUBERT MOST VALUABLE COLLEAGUE SCHOLARSHIP is a new gift from Joe’s friend and admirer, writer Clifford Meth. It is awarded to a student who takes pride in helping his/her fellow students. Each year, at this ceremony, Joe would stress the importance of networking with fellow alumni and future colleagues, and he demonstrated his concern for his fellow artists throughout his life. This gift is awarded in memory of Joe Kubert's abiding fraternal spirit.


THE GENE COLAN SCHOLARSHIP was established by writer Clifford Meth in memory of his friend Gene Colan and is co-judged by artist Mike Pascale, a Kubert School alum. Gene Colan is regarded as one of the most influential and beloved artists of Marvel's Silver Age. He worked for Marvel for 64 years—longer than anyone else to date—touching nearly every major Marvel character and defining many including Daredevil, Iron Man, Tomb of Dracula and Howard the Duck. In the last decade of his career, Marvel and Dark Horse ceased assigning inkers to Gene's work—his pencils were regarded as too perfect to cover with ink. This is the second year the GENE COLAN SCHOLARSHIP has been awarded and the award is presented for outstanding craftsmanship with a pencil.


THE DAVE and PATY COCKRUM SCHOLARSHIP was established in 2007 by Dave's widow Paty and his friend and collaborator Clifford Meth. Paty was a production artist at Marvel during the last years of the famed Marvel Bullpen, where she also penciled covers for Marvel's British magazines and such U.S. titles as The Amazing Spider-Man and Claws of the Cat. Her husband Dave, who passed away in 2006, is considered one of the greatest character designers Marvel ever had. His designs and creations for Marvel included Nightcrawler, Storm, Colossus, Mystique, Thunderbird, Ms. Marvel, the Black Cat, the Starjammers and the Futurians, among others. Having trained under Murphy Anderson at DC, Dave spent most of his career at Marvel. The annual DAVE and PATY COCKRUM SCHOLARSHIP is awarded for creativity and outstanding story-telling ability.


Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Rat-Gnawed and Piss Bloated


So Spring finally springs and I’m weaving through Williamsburg, desperate for a parking spot so I can take a leak. From my window I see Hassidim halting on the sidewalks, gawking at me like I’m from another planet as my car woofers are at full tilt blasting out the Good Rats. Eventually, I snag a spot between a rusty Desoto and someone’s leased Camry, but I hold the piss back for a third go-round of “Love On the Beach.” I’ve had the Tasty Seconds CD for 17 long years and still didn’t recognize the track, which strikes me as curious, but here’s the dileo.

Like you, when I dig a band, I play them. And when I love a band, I play them more. But either way, I end up hitting the same tracks on the same LPs again and again and again. If I want the Beatles, it's the White Album. The Doors, LA Woman. Same goes for the Stones, the Who, Tull, and even the Rats.

I mean, I love the fucking Rats. I don’t hold out Peppi Marchello as the greatest underrated singer/songwriter of his day. Shitcan the qualifier. Peppi was top ten in a parade that included John LennonMick Jagger and Pete Townshend. He was the genuine article. The Rats were progressive and heavy and witty and fun; they danced on the head of a pin locating the precise juncture between trash and art. Like Zappa. Or Robert Crumb. Or Quentin Tarantino.

But even for a Rat fan like me, there’s the stuff you play and the stuff you skip. It has more to do with nostalgia than quality. You fast-forward to the songs nearest your heart and skip the rest. It's instinctive.

Which brings me to “Love On the Beach.”

I can’t recall what I expected during the summer of 1996 when I bought “Tasty Seconds,” the first Rat droppings in more than a decade. The title alluded to their classic “Tasty” LP, which aficionados regarded, at that point, as one of the band’s two or three most significant offerings. But we all know what sequels are like. Regardless, if I anticipated anything like their 1974 watershed, my expectations were soon dashed. “Tasty Seconds” was a new band whose backbone was no longer built on brother Mickey and John “the Cat” Gatto but rather on Peppi’s sons Gene and Stephen. The maestro's voice had matured. His songs were heavy, almost violent, a new sound for a new era, and some were instant classics to this long-time fan. I eagerly looked forward to live renditions of “Evil Little Boy,” “Crazy, Wild and Angry” and, more than any other, the driving, mournful biographic “Thunder Rocks My Soul.”

But I never made it to “Love On the Beach.” At least, not until this morning. With four thousand oifgekochte men in furry hats ready to bludgeon me for disquieting their morning with my goyishe music.

The point? (There has to be a point?) Well, this then: If you’re a Rat fan, you might want to flip that favorite Rat single to its neglected B-side. More, you might want to check out some of the less-known Marchello compositions that are begging for your attention on dusty CDs sitting in your own collection. And, if you want this humble author’s educated opinion, you might consider refraining from blowing ten bucks today, or whatever your local lottery ticket pusher is charging for scratch-offs, and invest in the current congress of Rat rondos: “Blue Collar Rats: The Lost Archives.”

Even a die-as-hard-as-you-can Rat devotee like myself finds it hard to break old habits. But the payoff is worth the effort.



Monday, April 29, 2013

Mike Pascale Explains Why You Shouldn't Burn Your Comics

Mike Pascale, who I've mentioned on occasion by way of praise or affectionately charged insult, will be doing the cover of my forthcoming book Comic Book Babylon. More on that very soon, but in the mean time, you might find his column Comics Economics: 50 Years Of Value of interest. I did.

Monday, April 15, 2013

Love Conquers Hate


It seems trivial discussing anything seemingly comics-related amidst news of the tragedy in Boston today. My five-year-old daughter caught the story on television by accident. She failed to understand how anyone could hurt a two-year-old. I had no answers for her.

I write this because love conquers hate.

I was standing outside in the sunshine this morning before the terror attack in Boston, enjoying the new weather when Harlan Ellison phoned. My pal was calling to say yes, he'd be happy to sign comics for a new scholarship. Of course he would. Harlan's always there for his friends and for quite a few strangers, and he's spent a lifetime setting an example. He'll be 79 in May and his health has been lousy. That doesn't matter. He'd have been insulted if I hadn't asked.

Then Johnny Romita Sr. contacted me to say yes, of course he'd sign comics for a new scholarship. Of course he would. He was glad I asked. John's 83 now. He has his own problems, like everyone else, but he's never said no to anyone looking for help.

Stan Lee emailed me last night. "Of course," he said. Of course. Stan's 90 and everyone wants a piece of him. Of course.

Love conquers hate. That's why this 52-year-old still hangs around comics and comics people.

Something less than human plants bombs and blows up strangers and calls it a cause. The rest of us look around and say, "How can I help?" Cause enough.

We're here to help each other get through this thing, whatever it is. And that's it.

Sunday, April 14, 2013

Scholarships Are *NOT* Entitlements!

As a student at Rutgers, FDU and Wroxton College in the U.K., I often competed for writing scholarships. The awards proved invaluable on numerous levels:

1) As an amateur/student, I was forced to bring my writing to the highest possible level, at that juncture in my development, without any assistance.
2) I learned to meet a deadlines and follow word-count parameters.
3) Winning awards for my writing increased my confidence and allowed me to envision life as a professional.
4) Awards are solid resume material for as-yet unemployed wannabes.
5) Any monies I won were enormously helpful to my father, who earned a meager living but was otherwise happily burdened with my tuition and upkeep.

Needs-based awards have some value but, let's face it, everyone has needs.

Merit-based awards are far more valuable. And character building.

After Dave Cockrum's passing, Paty Cockrum and I launched the Dave and Paty Cockrum Scholarship at the Joe Kubert School where we annually award a second-year student with some tuition assistance based on their ability to create seductive, sequential art. We designed the award for someone who has demonstrated a stick-to-itiveness by hanging in for that second term. The scholarship now enters its 6th year and is funded, in part, by sales of Dave Cockrum's personal comics collection.

After Gene Colan's passing, I began funding a second scholarship to a promising penciller at the school, also in his or her second year. I was pleased to be informed that these scholarships inspired the creation and private funding of other named scholarships, including one in Dave Stevens' memory.

With Joe & Adam Kubert at 2012 Scholarship Ceremony
This year's award ceremony will take place next month and I plan to be on-hand once again to meet and congratulate winning students. This will be the first year my friend Joe Kubert is not there to emcee the event. But in contemplating that loss, I've decided to add a third scholarship (as yet unamed), which will be funded by selling signed comics. Today's collectors like their comics signed and, fortunately, I am able to pick up the phone and ask some old friends for signatures. Stan Lee, Walter Simonson and George Perez were among the first to offer help.

I invite your participation in this new scholarship, too. If you have any signed comics that you are willing to part with (even one), please send them to: Clifford Meth (attn: Kubert Scholarship), 179-9 Rt. 46 West, Rockaway, NJ 07866. Or email me at cliffmeth@aol.com  Donated items will be auctioned on Ebay under the account DaveCockrumEstate (which is currently in use to fund the Cockrum and Colan Awards).

Scholarships helped me and kept me going forward. I am delighted by the opportunity to maintain the circle of life.

Thank you in advance for your kind support.

Friday, April 12, 2013

Mark McKenna: Worth Your While

I'll likely say more later about Mark McKenna, but want to take a moment to bring attention to Mark's COMBAT JACKS Kickstarter. I am backing this project with cash and time for any number of reasons (not the least of which is any pal of Billy Tucci's is a pal of mine), but the perks alone make it worth your while.

Please click this link, visit the Kickstarter page that Mark has set up, watch his 60-second video and see if you don't agree.
Mark McKenna brings that old-time rock-and-roll to his comic art.

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

The Light Knight Returns

With profound relief, it is my great pleasure to announce that I heard from my dear friend Michael Netzer today. Not a seraph. Not an angel. From Michael himself.

I'm sure Michael--our own Valentine Michael Smith--will have plenty to talk about soon. Stay tuned.

Friday, February 8, 2013

Dave Cockrum & Gene Colan Updates

Many of you have noticed that more comics from the Estate of Dave Cockrum, as well as some of Gene Colan's file copies, are now being sold on Ebay. And if you haven't noticed, come take a look. There's some terrific collectibles at great values, and proceeds help finance the Dave and Paty Cockrum Scholarship, as well as the newly established Gene Colan Scholarship, at the Joe Kubert School for Graphic Art. I miss Dave and Gene and Joe very much. Harlan Ellison (he should live and be well) warned me that having older pals would be painful one day. It's painful now. I've lost too many.

I will be creating a NEW LIST of available items (books, comics, original comic art) and posting it here soon. These items will be available before going up for bid on Ebay or ComicLink or one of the other auction sites. These days, my charity work is limited to these scholarships. Wish I could do more for others but I am limited in resources.

Even if you are no longer a collector or comics or comic art, please share this blog with others on FaceBook or wherever you virtually hang out. Paty Cockrum sends her love to everyone. Gene's son Erik says hello. I say hello. And Saints Dave, Gene and Joe are looking down or sideways and giggling  at how much fuss we continue to make about them.

bruchas,

Cliff

Postus Interuptus

My current career has precluded posting much here. If you've missed my writings, you may not have missed them; I am ghosting these days and part of the etiquette of ghosting is not talking about who you're ghosting for. I'll spill it one day, under pain of excruciating torture I'm sure, but not while it's paying the bills.

My next book will be published under a pseudonym. Better writers than I have been forced to do the same. Life is difficult during the fall of Amerika. Gam zu l'tova.


Monday, August 13, 2012

DC Entertainment: You Should Be Ashamed

I've had multiple conversations today regarding the crass and thoroughly mercenary way an employee at DC was allowed to treat the passing of our friend Joe Kubert. As numerous individuals pointed out in posts to DC and elsewhere, the initial announcement of the death of an associate is hardly occasion to hype the company's products. At best, this hastily hacked out copy was the work of an immature, amateur, inexperienced copywriter who didn't know Joe Kubert from Joe the Plumber. At best.

I think it's fair to say that the legion of those who care--Joe Kubert's family, friends, fans, and indeed, the entire international body of gentlefolk who assemble as comics fandom who were sorely insulted by DC's insensitive treatment of this solemn moment--are owed an apology by whomever it is that now sits at the helm of DC Entertainment. The crass, classless, opportunistic "announcement" of Joe Kubert's death only added insult to those injured by Joe's passing. I dare say it's something that wouldn't have happened on Paul Levitz's watch.

Contrast the way DC announced Joe's death with the way the matter was handled by any of the industry's news sites. Scores of comics reporters and bloggers took time to offer tasteful words of tribute to Joe Kubert accompanied by carefully considered references to his historical significance. Tom Spurgeon--always a go-to source for accurate information, respect and style--offered a New York Times-worthy presentation of facts and analysis, dignifying Joe's more-than-impressive life and industry significance. Should DC have offered less?

Seriously: Someone at DC Entertainment owes us a huge apology.


Joe Kubert 1926-2012 RIP old friend

Update 3:10 pm: Adam and Andy Kubert have announced that Joe's funeral services will be tomorrow at Tuttle Funeral Home 272 Rt-10, Randolph, NJ 07869. This is where Muriel's service was held in 2008. The gathering is from 10 AM - 12 PM, and actual services will commence at noon. Internment will follow afterwards. It's believed that the procession of cars will pass by the Kubert School and then Joe's home before going to the cemetery. Donations can be made to the Multiple Myeloma Research Foundation in Joe's name, 383 Main Avenue, 5th floor, Norwalk CT 06851 - www.themmrf.org. Sympathy cards can be sent to the Kubert family c/o the Kubert School, 37 Myrtle Avenue, Dover, NJ 07801.

May the family have no more sorrow. - CM
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When someone advanced in years passes, people often toss the cliche, "They had a full life." With Joe Kubert, it was true.

Neal Adams once remarked to me that Joe had the three major pillars in place: He took care of his family, his business and his health.

I'll leave it for others to expound on Joe's pioneering art, his importance and longevity as comics royalty, his role as a the definitive comics-art instructor. Let me instead say this:

I knew Joe since I was a boy. We were neighbors and I didn't realize he was a legend until I got older. He didn't act like a legend -- not then, not ever. I'd run into him at my local supermarket. One time, shortly after ComicCon, Joe was on line with his shopping cart full of fruit and vegetables, waiting to pay for his groceries, so I snuck up behind him. "Isn't it strange," I said, "not having people waiting on line to see you?" Joe turned around and laughed.

By all accounts Joe was a regular guy, except he was better than everyone at most things and never let on. Joe was an exceptional family man, an exceptional artist and teacher, a keen businessman. His school in Dover, NJ, changed lives, provided careers for young artists for three decades and will continue to do so under the guidance of his sons, who he adored... Joe was still playing paddle-ball or handball into his mid-eighties, still creating exquisite art every day in his studio, grabbing your hand with that vice-like handshake of his when you entered, always a warm smile and a twinkle in his eye. I was so pleased to know him, to stop by the school whenever I was in the neighborhood, to be able to participate in the scholarship awards there each year, and to have Joe grace the charity projects I was running. He was just aces, this terrific guy who never seemed to age -- this big, wonderful, strong and excellent man. I was sure Joe Kubert would be around forever.

Joe was 85. Rest in peace old friend. You were sensational.



update (9:40 a.m. 8/13):


As always, Tom Spurgeon offers insightful, detailed coverage of those friends we have lost. Tom's article on Joe can be read here.

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Some Thoughts on DON HECK


John Coates, who is writing a book on Don Heck's life for TwoMorrow's Publishing, recently interviewed me regarding my brief relationship with Don. From that interview:

What was your overall relationship with Don? More than an agent? Friend? Confidant?

I was very close with Gray Morrow, Dave Cockrum, and Gene Colan but I was never close with Don. We were friends, but not what I'd call close. Towards the end of his life—after he called me and told me he was dying—I guess you could say we were closer. He asked me to help find someone who could take care of his dog. He was terribly concerned that he’d die and there would be no one there for the dog.

Did Don share any recollections about his time at Marvel? Not getting art returned?

Don had nothing negative to say about anything or anyone. He’d been trashed by Gary Groth and that miserable rag he publishes. Groth had manipulated Harlan Ellison into saying something disparaging about Don's abilities during an interview, but Don didn’t indicate that he held it against Harlan. He knew Harlan and I were friends—at least I presume that he knew that—but these types of things seemed beneath him. It wasn’t as if he was taking the high road; I think it was all just petty to him... He certainly had great affection for John Buscema, as John did for him. John told me he wanted to punch Groth in the mouth for what he did to Don.

Were you in communications with Don prior to his death?

One day Don phoned me. “I’m calling to say goodbye,” he said. “Goodbye?” I asked. “I have cancer,” said Don. “I’m not gonna make it.” I can still hear him saying it. And how do you respond to that? With some bullshit that everything’s going to be okay? I was stunned. He was only 66.

Were you involved in the estate post-death?

Not at all. I was just sad. I liked Don very much. He was humble and easy to get along with. He did what he said he was going to do and his commission work at the end of his life was as good as anything he’d done during his career. He was very much the craftsman. I didn’t see a lot of emotion in Don's artwork, like you’d see in, say, Gene Colan’s, but I s'pose comparing artists is as foolish as comparing schools of thought. As Stan Lee once told me, Don was reliable; you’d give him a job and know he’d get it done right and on time. There’s plenty to be said for reliability.

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Peppi Marchello Sits Shiva

Peppi Marchello looking sheepish. At sheep.
“I need a Jew,” Peppi said to me. “I had a weird dream.”

“So now I’m Joseph?” I asked.

“Listen,” said Pep. “I dreamed I was engaged to an infant and—”

“An infant?” I repeated. My lower back’s been hurting, there’s a touch of arthritis in my knees, occasional indigestion, flatulence after Chinese food. What do I know? Maybe the hearing’s going, too.

“Yes,” said Peppi. “An infant.

“Continue,” said Meth looking around for witnesses.

“So I’m talking to her, to the infant, my fiancé, and she says to me, ‘My parents want us to live here.' You know, here in her parents’ house. So I said okay, sure, that's fine with me. And then her mother walks into the room and I’m looking at her and I see she’s a famous actress. But I can’t recall anything she was in.”

“Probably nothing worth seeing,” I deduced.

Peppi coughed lightly, one of his two gestures. “She looks at me, the mother, and she says, ‘My husband and I insist—we want you both to live here with us. Right away.’ Right away? But we’re not married yet, I tell her.”

“Geez, you’re old fashioned,” I said.

“In my dreams I’m old fashioned. In real life I’m a prude.” Peppi wiped his nose, his other gesture. “So where was I?”

“About to commit a felony with an infant,” I said. Gilgamesh dreamed of axes falling from the sky. Peppi Marchello dreams of carnal knowledge with a weanling. So this is what it’s like to be a rock star. Or maybe just a rock star from Long Island. I mean, even Caligula had boundaries. I’m wondering what laws I’m breaking just by listening to this.

“Anyway, all of the sudden she’s not an infant anymore,” says the maestro. “She’s a beautiful young woman. You know how dreams are.”

“Ain’t it just like the night to play tricks when you’re trying to be so quiet,” I wax.

“So I turn to Stefen, my son,” says Peppi, as if I didn’t know who Stefan was, “and I say to him, ‘Hey Stef—am I nuts or is this a beautiful woman?’ And he says, ‘You’re not nuts, Pop.’”

“Charles Manson walks into a room and says, ‘Is hot in here or am I crazy?’”

“Do you want to hear this or not?” Peppi asks, interrupting my interruption.

“Continue,” I said.

“So the next thing I know her old man walks in and he says, ‘Look—I want to show you something. And he leads me down a flight of stairs to this new bathroom with six toilets lined up next to each other. No stalls or dividers—just six toilets. I look at him and said, ‘What is this?’ and he says, ‘We’re expecting a lot of people.’ And I said, ‘Wait a minute—I can’t live like this.’ And he said, ‘We’re Jewish. This is our tradition.’ And I said, ‘Hold on buddy—you’re not the only Jewish guy I know. I’ve never seen this before.' But he insisted. So I was in the middle of this dilemma. That’s when I woke up.”

“And for this you need a Jew,” I lamented.

“I can’t figure out what it means,” said Peppi. “I mean first the infant, and then the six toilets.”

“Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar,” I suggested.

“Who said that?”

“Didn’t you just hear me say it?”

“Okay, so why six toilets?”

“Perhaps you should prepare for six years of irritable bowel syndrome,” I suggested. “Did the toilets eat six skinnier toilets?”

“I’m really bothered by the toilets,” said Peppi.

“But you’re okay with the infant?”

“Maybe it has something to do with sitting shiva?”

Shiva means seven,” I explained. “You’re missing a toilet.”

“That’s weird,” said Peppi.

“Go back to sleep,” I suggested. “Maybe you miscounted.”

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The newest Good Rats / Peppi Marchello song "Boom Boom" is available now through iTunes.

Friday, May 4, 2012

Gene Colan, Dave & Paty Cockrum Continue to Enrich

Joe Kubert (center, top) and his students with Adam Kubert (bottom right)

This afternoon, I was honored to participate again in the Scholarship Ceremony at the Joe Kubert School. Joe and his son, artist Adam Kubert, were both on hand to present students with cash awards for outstanding work--monies that we hope will help them in their training before they head off to work in the very competitive field of comic art.


From Joe Kubert:
"THE GENE COLAN SCHOLARSHIP was established by writer Clifford Meth in memory of his friend Gene Colan, who passed away last June. Gene is regarded as one of the most influential and beloved artists of Marvel's Silver Age. He worked for Marvel for 64 years--longer than anyone else to date--touching nearly every major Marvel character and defining many including Daredevil, Iron Man, Tomb of Dracula and Howard the Duck. In the last decade of his career, Marvel and Dark Horse stopped assigning inkers to Gene's work--his pencils were regarded as too perfect to cover up. This is the first time the GENE COLAN SCHOLARSHIP has been awarded and the award is presented for outstanding craftsmanship with a pencil."
"THE DAVE and PATY COCKRUM SCHOLARSHIP was established by Dave's widow Paty and their friend and collaborator Clifford Meth. Paty was a production artist at Marvel during the last years of the famed Marvel Bullpen, where she also did occasional pencils on Marvel's British magazines and such U.S. books as Amazing Spider-Man and Claws of the Cat. Her husband Dave Cockrum, who passed away in 2006, was considered by many the the greatest character designer Marvel had after Jack Kirby and John Romita. Cockrum's designs and creations for Marvel included Nightcrawler, Storm, Colossus, Mystique, Thunderbird, Ms. Marvel, the Black Cat, Starjammers and the Futurians among others. Having trained under Murphy Anderson at DC, Dave spent most of his career at Marvel. The annual DAVE and PATY COCKRUM SCHOLARSHIP is awarded for creativity and outstanding story-telling ability."

Thursday, May 3, 2012

Still Underappreciated After All These Years: The Return of the Good Rats

It's 1978 and I'm in the front row at The Show Place in Dover, NJ, watching Peppi Marchello on stage as he removes the lid from the garbage can he's been slamming all night with the Louisville slugger he plays air guitar on. This is the moment we Rat fans have waited for all night. The bride's gonna toss the bouquet.

"Who wants a rat? Who wants a rat? Who wants a rat with a squeaky asshole?" Peppi chants while brother Mickey Marchello and John Gatto trade leads. Hands in the air, the audience climbs over itself in frenzied anticipation. 
Who by fire? Who by water? Who by a rat in their yellow teeth?

These were only the most important rock moments of my misspent youth, following, as I did, one of the least appreciated but most beloved bands of the '70s; a quintette of rare talent who were ignored by the little men careering in the industry but adored
by legions of fans. So if you'd told me then, at age 17, that Peppi would one day pen a forward to one of my books--or that he'd ask me to write liner notes for a Good Rats LP--you could've knocked me over with a feather.

Of course I was drunk as a skunk back then so you could've knocked me over without telling me bupkes.
Meth, Marchello and Manitoba protesting the removal of the letter M from the phone book.

Message from the Good Rats' Newsletter below:
GOOD RATS RELEASE BLUE COLLAR RATS - ARCHIVES
Thank you, thank you, thank you fans for your continuous support.  Some of you discovered us after the first Good Rats album in 1969, some after the Tasty album in 1974, some after the Ratcity album in 1976, some after the Rats To Riches album in 1978, some after the Great American album in 1981 etc. The point being that many of you have expressed to me how much enjoyment you've received from my music over the last 43 years. It's now my intention to get out both old songs of mine that were recorded but never released, and new songs I've written over the last few months. We are selling the Blue Collar Rats CD right now, a collection of archives with 20 songs on it, including my new song "Boom Boom." The players include the original Good Rats, as well as my son Gene Marchello, Bruce Kulick, Schuyler Deale, and other great musicians I've been fortunate enough to work with from 1974 to 1984. The CD has a terrific fold-out color poster, which I will be happy to personally autograph for you. It is also dedicated to the memory of my dear friend Jimmy Rainey

There are thousands of you on our e-mail list and Facebook. I sincerely hope you will continue to support me in the future as you have in the past. I hope you will find some of my new songs worthy of your support and help spread the word to others who you think will enjoy becoming new Good Rats fans. I call this a "chain CD strategy."

The Blue Collar Rats Archives CD with 20 songs is available now. You can place your order for the CD now thru my Uncle Rat Music, PO Box 585, St. James, NY 11780. Make payments to Uncle Rat Music, $15 for the 20 song CD plus $5 shipping and handling (total $20). Don't forget, if you want me to autograph the color foldout and have a specific message you want me to write, then include that with your order.

By the way, the first 100 orders will receive a free copy of CRIB DEATH and OTHER BEDTIME STORIES by my pal, author Clifford Meth. CRIB DEATH was Cliff's first collection before he began selling movies to Hollywood that were never made. Fifteen years ago I wrote the introduction to Cliff's book CONFLICTS OF DISINTEREST. Seriously twisted stuff. But you've all got to be a little twisted...

I've performed thru six decades. God willing, I hope to continue to play into my seventies. I cannot accomplish this without your support. Finally, a current study in the Harvard Medical Journal has absolutely proven that owning all new material written by Peppi Marchello will improve your sex life by 200%.
Let's all keep rockin' together!
Peppi

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

"For Palestine"

Eye-witness accounts of Monday's shooting attack on the Ozar Hatorah School:

A man riding on a scooter open fired on the school at around 7:46 am as the students were arriving for the school day. Jonathan Sandler was the first one to be shot at short range. He was holding his 3-year-old son Gabriel in his arms. Gabriel was hit and fell to the ground and then Arieh, age 6, followed.

The gun then jammed, so the killer swiftly changed weapons and headed into the school. He grabbed Miriam Monsongo (age 7) and as she tried to escape, grasped her hair and shot her. Then, as she bled to death on the floor, he lifted up her head and fired two additional bullets.