The grand CD Exchange

So a friend of mine roped me into this brilliant idea. Basically a point (wo)man gets a group together, ideally consisting of people with good and/or provocative taste. Geographical boundaries are no obstacle. Each group member composes a mix CD of whatever they want, and then makes a copy for each other group member. Everyone sends their contribution into the point (wo)man, who then redisitributes them so that everyone gets one of each.

Ta da.

I feel the need here, to point out, that I'm about two weeks late with my particular contribution. (Editors and art directors all over the continent stare at their screens in shock). It was a dastardly combo of a real-life deadline taking precedence, and then uncooperative equipment (I mean you, BenQ!) standing in the way, but yeah, basically, I'm the asshole holding the whole thing up.

My actual playlist however, has been ready for some time. So whether you're a loyal fan, craving insight into what turns my musical crank (uh-huh, sure...) or you're a member of this group, wondering what's keeping your discs, I humbly present it here for your reading pleasure:

1. Staring at the Sun - TV on the Radio
2. If Everything Fell Quiet - The Reindeer Section
3. Hands Around My Throat - Death In Vegas
4. Let Go - Frou Frou
5. If I Ever Recover - Basement Jaxx
6. Reptilia - The Strokes
7. Reign - UNKLE
8. 100,000 Fireflies - The Magnetic Fields
9. Let The Good Times Roll - Layo & Bushwacka!
10. The People - Metric
11. A Shot In The Dark - RJD2
12. Brand New Colony - The Postal Service
13. Smoke and Mirrors - RJD2
14. Luetin - Underworld
15. Never Break The Chain - Fleetwood Mac
16. Blue Illusion - Orbital
17. Dead Disco - Metric

And yes, before you ask, that is indeed Fleetwood Mac tucked nicely in between Underworld and Orbital there. And you know what else? It works. Trust me, it works.

When Daddy makes a mix CD, he doesn't fool around.

And I'll Form... The Head!

News news, there's news. I've got a new project... read the title of the post and see if you can guess what it is.

I'll be taking over the pencilling duties on a 6-part back up feature running in the newly bi-monthly Voltron comic published by Devil's Due, starting with the second part, the first part having already been illustrated by the brilliant Clement Sauve, who's kind of like the evil french love child of Dave Johnson and Killian Plunkett. Big shoes to fill indeed... The juiciest factor in all this though, is that my collaborator on the project happens to be --dramatic pause-- Mark Waid! Nuff said.

As if all this wasn't enough, I've got another comic gig lined up for Dec/Jan, with another fave writer, but I can't say anything about it! The pain! I'll say this much, it's an inter-publisher team-up one-shot, and one of the featured characters pretty much made my friend a star.

Track of the Day: Forever Today - DJ Tiesto

Greeks

Playing with the Wacom Tablet again.
These are a couple of sketches of assorted Greek women - I'm doing some character studies, and I'm hoping to hit upon something I like through happy accident. Fingers crossed...

It Is Accomplished

So we had 'the talk' last night.
I kind of initiated it, I guess, but I'm pretty sure it was a mutual thing - I mean, he may not have realized it yet, or thought much about it, but I felt like this was about as far as we could go while still being good for each other. Or inspirational. Or even a comfort, really, because, as shitty as it is to say, I was already kind of thinking about other people, even while he was right there in the room with me.
Is that wrong? I dunno. I feel kind of guilty, but at the same time, I think it's important that we be honest with each other. I don't want to just keep him hanging around, wondering whether I still care, when someone else could make him happier. So yeah, I initiated it.
I feel a lot stronger for the time we spent together, though. I mean, almost like a different person. Definitely more confident. More secure. And I think he grew, too. I know he did. And what more can you ask of any relationship than a mutual enrichment of lives, right?
Anyway, I hope we can remain friends, and not in that superficial, nod-on-the-street way, but in a sincere, intimate, knowing, supportive kind of way.
And for the record, he didn't cry - I knew he wouldn't. Neither did I.
But I might, tonight.

Good-bye, Majestros.