Sunday, August 12, 2018

The Pops Gallery: Hey!! Kids!!! Comics!!!! Part V: Celebrities Reading Comics

Time for another gallery of old photos of comic books in context! This time, I've dug up 39 pictures of celebrities (who, as I think David Letterman once pointed out, are our betters) reading comic books, in real life as well as in character in film and on television. Some of these are studio promotional photos, some are candids, some are screencaps. MAD Magazine in particular regularly featured pictures of its satirical targets reading the issue in which they were lampooned (a few of which are included here). At the end of the gallery are two bonus photos with no accompanying detail: Another shot of Elvis reading Betty & Veronica and Welsh singer Shirley Bassey (singer of not one, but TWO great James Bond themes!! Also, "Moonraker." Not great.) perusing a UK edition of the comic book, True-to-Life Romances, for which I could NOT find a cover online. Anyone? Little help?

Also, please note the absence of any still from THE BIG BANG THEORY. Ghad, I loathe that thing.

John Lennon in The Beatles' second film, HELP!, 1965
Paul McCartney reads Superman's Pal, Jimmy Olsen #75, c. 1964
Ringo Starr reads Amazing Stories of Suspense (UK), c. 1965

Bob Hope reads his "adventures" to a young girl with polio, 1950

Richard Gere in the 1983 US remake of Breathless.

Another cap from Breathless. Gere's character, Jesse, identified with the Silver Surfer (and somehow managed to find vintage comics on newsstand racks!).

Clayton "Bud" Collyer, the voice of Superman in radio and animation, reads DC Comics, 1946

Lon Chaney, Tor Johnson, John Carradine, and Bela Lugosi read a horror comic, c. 1956

Christopher Reeve reads Action Comics #506 on The Muppet Show, 1980.

Danielle Spencer as Dee on What's Happening!! reads Daredevil #139, c. 1976

David Crosby reads The Avengers #22, c. 1965

David Bowie reads VIZ (UK) #40, c. 1990

Drew Barrymore is corrupted by a Russ Cochran reprint of Tales From the Crypt, c.1985

Dwight Schulz as Murdock on The A-Team reads Fantastic Four #253, c. 1983

Elizabeth Montgomery reads her comic book, Bewitched #2, 1965

Elvis Presley with a stack of Archies, including Jughead #37, 1956

Even tough guys love comics! Humphrey Bogart reads Blue Circle Comics #3, c. 1944

Chicks dig guys who read comics! If they're Jack Nicholson, that is. Reading MAD #145, 1971.

James Brown grooves on Marvel's Werewolf by Night #23, c. 1974

Jeff Goldblum bones up on an old issue of The Mighty Thor to prep for Ragnarok!

The Clash's Joe Strummer reads The Savage Sword of Conan (UK) #4, c. 1977

Kirk Alyn reads Superman #51, c. 1948

Laurel and Hardy read Spy Smasher #7, c. 1942

Australia's Men at Work read some old comics on the picture sleeve for their single, "Overkill," 1983

Mickey Rooney reads Master Comics #3, c. 1940

Davy Jones and Mike Nesmith of The Monkees are more DC guys than Marvel, c. 1966

Muhammad Ali reads of his second greatest victory, 1978

Peter Cushing reads Vampirella #7, c. 1970

Alice Faye disapproves of Phil Harris' reading Whiz Comics #96, c. 1948
Polly Holiday as Flo on Alice reads World's Finest #265, c. 1980
Reb Brown, TV's Captain America, checks out Cap #214, 1977
Robin Williams as Mork studies another alien in Superman #312 on Mork & Mindy, c. 1977
British actress Samantha Robinson reads a reprint collection of EC Comics' Shock SuspenStories, c. 1995
William Shatner and Leonard Nimoy read MAD #119 on the set of Star Trek, 1967
The Sex Pistols' Sid Vicious brushes up on American politics in MAD #197, 1978
Saints preserve us! Stafford "Chief O'Hara" Repp reads the Batman parody in MAD #105, 1966
Tobey Maguire reads Fantastic Four #141 (from 1973) in Ang Lee's The Ice Storm (1997)
Yogi Berra checks out the hot new fad of 3D Comics, 1953
Yvonne Craig reads Batgirl's comic book debut in Detective Comics #359 (1967) and shares with Adam "Batman" West

BONUS PHOTO: Elvis (on the same trip as above) reads an unidentified issue of Betty & Veronica, 1956

Shirley Bassey reads the comic, True-to-Life Romances, c. 1955

Thursday, July 05, 2018

Lessons from Anthony Bourdain


“Another tattoo is never gonna make me younger or tougher or more relevant. It won’t reconnect me, ten years from now, with some spiritual crossroads in my life. No. At this point, I think my body is like an old car. Another dent ain’t gonna make a whole lotta difference. At best, it’s a reminder that you’re still alive and lucky as hell.” 
-Anthony Bourdain, Parts Unknown, S6EP6 (Borneo), CNN, November 2015

So, this Anthony Bourdain thing messed me up. Like, seriously and unexpectedly messed me up. I’d always liked the chef-turned-author-turned-television documentarian, I watched his old show, No Reservations regularly, I certainly related to his seasoned rock and roll demeanor, but I wasn’t exactly what you’d call an acolyte. I hadn’t checked out his CNN series, Parts Unknown, nor read any of his books. Anthony Bourdain just wasn’t someone I necessarily put in my immediate pantheon of pop culture inspiration. 

Until he died. 

Like so many of you, I’ve known some suicides in my time on this stupid planet. The first one was a friend of my mother’s who lived across the highway from our suburban cul-de-sac with her husband and two kids. One day, she turned on the car in the garage and just sat there until the carbon monoxide took the breath out of her forever. I was in Elementary School when it happened, and it was the first time I was aware of this phenomenon of ending your own life. 

Sadly, she was not the last. There have been friends and friends of friends and relatives and relatives of friends and coworkers and more. And, degrees of separation notwithstanding, each one was a shock. Each one was a tragedy. Each one left scars that will never heal and questions that will never be answered.

But Anthony Bourdain’s taking of his own life affected me in ways I couldn’t anticipate, and not just because I didn’t personally know the man. In the immediate aftermath of his death, I began bingeing on Bourdain, watching multiple episodes of Parts Unknown daily, finally reading Kitchen Confidential, feeling shittier about his abrupt absence with each consumption.

I was hardly alone in feeling a kinship with the man (it was a recurring thread in almost every tribute), but we definitely had a lot of things in common. We were both of the same generation (late Baby Boomer), aging punks, atheists, comics aficionados, veterans of the hospitality industry, jaded cynics known for being sometimes caustic, usually brutally honest, and occasionally judgmental. 

But maybe more than anything, we both placed extreme importance on the more tangible pleasures of life rather than spiritual things. Bourdain referred to himself as a “sensualist,” someone who constantly sought the excitation of all of his senses. For Anthony, that mostly came from the culinary joys of food and drink (and, in his younger days, various hard drugs), but he also loved to experience the sights and sounds of everywhere he went. He made the most inhospitable environs seem warm and welcoming. 

Even the best television shows about food cannot help but leave you wanting. Regardless of how tantalizing the dish looks onscreen, you can’t smell or taste it, and the beauty shots of the expertly prepared repast just become all the more frustrating when you try (and fail) to replicate the recipe yourself or order a disappointing approximation at some restaurant not staffed by the people you saw make it on the tee-vee. 

What made the food on Bourdain’s shows so appealing was his interaction with it; The pleasure he took in authentic gastronomical culture, whether it was the ultimate in elegantly appointed fine dining or tubed mystery meat off of a beat up old street cart. He reveled in all of it, made us envious not so much of the meals themselves as much as his enjoyment of them. 

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Like many, I lived vicariously through Anthony Bourdain. I watched him go places and eat things that I never would. Because one thing that he and I did NOT have in common (sadly) is a sense of adventure. It’s just not in my DNA. Most episodes of Parts Unknown don’t elicit sighs of envy so much as cries of “Oh, HELL no!” As much as I enjoyed seeing Tony trudge through the streets of numerous underdeveloped, heat-drenched countries, scarfing down stewed testicles and live insects (or, just as unappetizing to me, classic French cooking... see image, right), I’m content to watch it from the comfort of my couch in my air conditioned apartment, eating a big old boring bowl of pasta. 

So, if I claim to be so moved by his life and death, what am I to take from it if I’m not going to start traveling more and expand my culinary horizons? Anthony Bourdain’s death did inspire me to change my life in one not insignificant way. For the past handful of years, I’ve been particularly down on myself. I’ve been mired in a kind of unproductive stasis, wallowing in self-pity and lamenting everything that I’ve lost and/or never had. I’d been feeling like, just past the crossroads of a half-century of life, I was basically treading water. I created a social media persona for myself that went beyond humorous self-deprecation into bitter self-loathing.

Anthony Bourdain’s suicide shook me to my core. Here was someone who led a life that almost everybody coveted (you know, aside from the battles with heroin), or at least thought was as fulfilling as a life could be. And in the end, it still wasn’t enough. But rather than feel defeated by his ultimate surrender, I’m choosing to look at it as a kick in the ass I’ve so desperately needed. What I’m taking from Anthony Bourdain is to more fully live the life that I’ve created for myself. To stop kicking myself over what I haven’t done and embrace what I’ve become in middle age. Hence, this piece, the first new bit of writing I’ve done in over two years. 

Also, I got a new tattoo. I’ve been talking about getting a second tattoo for years (I got the first way back in 2001), but it’s always been far down the to-do list. In tribute to Tony, I stopped making excuses and just did it. Also, temporarily forgoing the image I’d had in mind for years, I somewhat spontaneously chose to get a Mike Mignola-drawn skull on my left forearm (this was before I knew Bourdain likewise had a skull tat on his chest). Why a skull? Partly because it’s a reminder that ultimately, this is all we are, so live for today, but also partly for the same reason Bourdain got so many of his tats well into his middle age… I just liked it.

But it’s more than just this and tats. I’ve thought about Anthony Bourdain every single day since he died. I’ve tried to spend more time creating and less time being distracted by the things that give me joy (my collections, hanging with friends, drinking good libations, and consuming beloved chunks of popular culture). But, just as importantly, I’ve also stopped feeling bad about the fact that I CAN fill my days with those pursuits that are foreign or remnants of the past for most people my age. I am where I am in life mostly by choice. My choice. So be it.

Because here’s the main thing that I have… that I had… in common with Anthony Bourdain. I get it. I get why / how he left. Most people who watched No Reservations or Parts Unknown probably just came away thinking, “Man, this guy really likes to eat.” But it was so much more than that. The words he used, the way in which he was able to so beautifully and palpably describe the life he led… 

You don’t wax that poetically about the simple joys of life… of food and drink and a rainstorm and all the sensual pleasures that Bourdain so eloquently adored… without feeling the flip side. The extremely painful, debilitating flip side. 

If you watch any episode of either of Bourdain’s show, it’s not uncommon to hear Tony opine that “life is good,” or “It’s good to be alive,” and his suicide does not undercut those sentiments. If anything, it’s a stark reminder to live your life to its fullest. Like Anthony Bourdain did.

Thanks for the reminder, Tony. And the tattoo. 

Sunday, July 01, 2018

The Pops Gallery: Hey!! Kids!!! Comics!!!! Part IV: Reading Comics


A few years back, I posted three galleries of old photos of newsstands (you know, those things that sell lottery tickets and bagged snacks? They used to sell periodicals!) with montages of some of the comic books on display (click on the hey kids comics label at the bottom of this post to see them all). It was so much fun to put together, doing the detective work, assembling the images, that I wanted to keep going (honestly, one of these days I'm going to go back and add more comics to those original posts, some of the montages were a bit sparse). Sadly, I seem to have mostly tapped the well of usable newsstand pictures (insert sad face emoticon here), but here's a related sequel.

What follows is a gallery of 54 photos of people (mostly kids) reading comic books from the 1930s thru the 1980s with some of the covers of the books being devoured. The dates captioning the pictures are based on the release of the comic books, so some might be a year or few off, but they are most certainly within close range. The soldier in 1942 is reading a comic featuring the racist imagery prevalent in WWII era books that served as anti-Axis propaganda at home and abroad. Note the horrified looks of those poor, traumatized youngsters being turned into juvenile delinquents by the horror and crime comics of the mid-50s (that's sarcasm, folks). Also, that Superman fella sure seems popular.

Two of these are cheating: The 1970 photo shows kids shopping, not reading (although that was sure to come) and the final shot depicts a kid seemingly drawing his own comics, although the mountain of Bronze Age Comics on his bed certainly indicates a regular partaking of that divine diversion.

Thanks to The Grand Comics Database, the most invaluable comic book historical research site online; Richard Beland's Jungle Frolics blog; Robert Smentek; and Bart Bush of the Facebook group, Old Guys Who Like Old Comics.

Coming later this year: A sequel to this piece of comics being perused by celebrities (both in real life and in film and television).

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1952 from The Adventures of Superman TV episode, "The Birthday Letter" (comic from 1951)

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Marvel artist Billy Graham reads the 1978 Silver Surfer graphic novel (Marvel's first), surrounded by various Silver and Bronze Age Marvel Comics first issues.

1978. By now comic book stores had begun to supplant newsstands as the place where fanboys got their fix.

1979. Some say reading comics is bad for you.

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Bonus Photo! Aspiring artist surrounded by Bronze Age goodness.