My poster for the 2D Northern Ireland Comics Festival where I will be a guest of honour! Come get a signed giclee print of Loud Worm at the “celebration of storytelling” (I love that they’re calling it that) happening 29th of May - 2nd of June in Londonderry.
Note: This podcast was conducted while I was sitting in a very comfy chair.
Where do creative people come from? On Beginnings, two fledgling comedians talk origins with professional creators and others just starting out, and hopefully answer their parents’ question, “What are you doing?”
On today’s show, we talk to writer and artist Nicholas Gurewitch. Nick began writing and drawing his comic The Perry Bible Fellowship in his college paper, and since then, the comic has appeared in a number of newspapers and magazines and was released in two anthologies by Dark Horse Comics. Nick has also won some of the top awards in comics for The Perry Bible Fellowship including the Ignatz Award, the Harvey Award and the Eisner Award.
A few weeks ago, while accidentally in town for a canceled meeting, Nick stopped by the Wrestling Team apartment to discuss Disney and classical music, memory and creativity, and transcendence and religion.
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I realize the strange guy I’m eating brunch next to is the filmmaker Ethan Coen. He’s more outgoing than I thought he’d be, but also kind of erratic.
He presses me about what I thought of “A Serious Man”. Rather than tell him my opinion, I theorize to him that the movie was an effort at emulating the method Shakespeare used to make Hamlet interesting.
He asks me gravely: “How did you know that?”
I tell him it’s obvious: The opening scene contains an indeterminately malicious or benevolent ghost, and the rest of the movie is the main character grappling with the mystery - to no avail.
He invites me to join him on the overnight ferry. We sleep in separate quarters, but I have to get up to urinate in the middle of the night. When I go to use the common bathroom, he is in there, sort of standing on the toilet seat with both his ass and feet on the seat. I apologize for intruding, but I don’t exactly hurry to close the door. We both smile, and it’s not too awkward. I understand that this is just the way he likes to shit (and he knows that I understand).
We spend awhile watching the ink swirl around the dark paper. It swirls and shimmers with the slightest tilts. A particular splotch of ink slides and swirls significantly, well after I’ve stopped moving the paper.
Up ahead: Some curious-looking statues. Just beyond them: I am startled by what look like two giant camel-horses relaxing on large pillows. They just barely fit on a dock that leads to a large pagoda.
The necks and the snouts of these resting creatures are so long they look a bit reptilian. A single shoulder-blade juts out of each of their backs near their saddles. I am terrified by these mysterious creatures, but Dan laughs at me, insisting they’re “just horses” -horses which “evolved alongside the Samurai”. That’s why they look the way they do.