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Always wallowing in fictional fantasies? Try out some hardcore reality. Click over to Jay’s place for a short illustrated story of relatable whimsey and regret. Jay opens with:
When I was a sophomore in college, I got it into my head to do a fanzine. Fueled by a steady diet of pizza and ginger-ale from Captain Nemo’s Pizza in Boston’s Kenmore Square, I became giddy with thoughts of the acclaim and accolades my zine-to-be would garner. It would be like the Paris Review of hardcore zines, erudite, knowing, and fun, reflecting my teenaged years as a straight-edge posi kid but with a burgeoning art-rock maturity that I believed my soon-to-be twenty-year old self possessed in spades.
I scoured Lungfish lyrics to find a suitably cryptic name for my zine. Would it be Plague of Particles or Invisible Regime? Either way, it would kick Suburban Voice and Flipside’s respective asses to the curb. It would be the kind of zine that would get you laid.
I just found a small stash of these. Check out this gocco print James and I did back around, oh, I don’t know maybe 2004 plus or minus a couple years. I can remember the “Meathaus Meltdown” show (oh man it was 2003 I’ve been saying 2004 for 10 years) we did at Meltdown was around Valentines Day 2003, and we collaborated on another kick-butt poster for that. But I can’t place when we did this small Gocco thing. I think we took these to A.P.E. with us the one year Celia, James, Jay, Jim, Farel and myself were all there for some reason. Good times. Never mind I found it on this very blog, wow. 2006 archive, month of April. Anyway, remember when Print Gocco was all the rage for a bit there? All the comics people found out about them over the course of a few years and everyone was mail-ordering these things from Japan. That was before everyone got digital duplicator machines. Yeah the Print Gocco was a great tiny home print-making unit, but they stopped making the flash bulbs and photo-sensitive screens I think. One of those things. I probably have enough for one or two more screens. You can probably guess who drew what on this print.
Hello friends! I’m selling a print of this jolly bottle of everyone’s favorite hot sauce, Sriracha. 8 x 10 inches, on archival acid-free paper. I will print quantities based on interest, so obviously the more folks who offer to buy it, the cheaper it will end up being (I imagine a price between $25 and $45). Contact me directly at jaysacher.com . Thanks!
Today is my debut post for LiveWorkPortland, a site dedicated to the creative community of the *other* Portland, the one with more lobster rolls and less hit TV sketch comedies. Richard Ford came to our city yesterday, and read from his new novel, Canada. I wrote and drew about it.
Here’s a watercolor/pen and ink illustration I provided for The Telling Room’s annual anthology of student writing, “Exit 13.” The Telling Room is a Portland, Maine-based nonprofit that works with local children to help them hone their storytelling craft through workshops and in-school events.
In Vitória, my girlfriend’s aunt and uncle took us out to a lunch counter for some feijoada. Along with the uncle’s workmates–all policemen–we sat out on the sidewalk patio around a plastic table, drinking cold beer and fried pork skin while we waited for the stew to be served. To the right of our table, there was a little stand in the corner looking out onto the sidewalk. It was a kind of miniature podium, and a fat man sat behind it, writing on little scraps of paper. I was told this was a jogo do bicho stand–an illegal (yet more or less tolerated) Brazilian street lottery. In the game, you pick from one of 25 animals (hence the lottery’s tile: “the animal game”), the animals have a series of numbers assigned to them–if your animal/numbers are picked, you win a prize.
I couldn’t take my eyes off the operator. Sweaty, obese, and maybe a little touched, he stared furiously at his tiny scraps of paper and wrote on them with a sort of gleeful energy. I convinced Suzanne to take a picture of him, but by time we got out our camera, he had slowly stood up from his perch. He moved the stand off the sidewalk and into the restaurant, leaning on it like it was a walker. Then, he shuffled off towards another shop, leaving the stand behind.
Hey, it’s Meat-colleague Jay here to plug a little comic I drew for the excellent sports journalism operation, The Classical. It’s about minor league hockey in Maine and features drawings like this:And this:And should that not be enough, it also includes a youtube link to a dude getting elbowed in the face.
I’ve started a weekly illustrated column over at The Bay Citizen, reporting on San Francisco culture and events. It’s called Drawing Crowds, and the first column is all about local art film advocacy group, Artist’s Television Access. The Bay Citizen does good, much-needed work for this town, and I’m honored to be a part of it.
Not that any of you are waiting with bated breath, but I’ll continue drawing weekly reviews for Meathaus every Wednesday, although this week is sadly postponed due to work-related activities.