Some good old squonky American wave straight outta' Philly. Apparently, they've put out new material and are touring again, but can you really re-capture this kind of gossamer magicalness? The video for Cardboard Lamb cost 1.2 million dollars.
Known best for his flapper-y Jazz Age cartoon and illustration work in the 20's and 30's, Patterson was a multi-faceted talent who did everything from saucy cheap-joke leg art to magazine covers, ad art, set and costume design, and even puppetry. His black and white ink work with its energetic, spontaneous line and chunky blacks is particulary amazing.
But this part, this part right here really knocked all of my socks off:
"Fast forward to 1925. He arrives in New York City as a regular cover artist for College Humor and Judge. Within months, he's making New York-sized money, $2,000 dollars a week, and the society columns are abuzz with the new 'fair-haired boy of the arts.'
O.O. McIntyre, in the American Home Journal, proclaims that Patterson's 'girl paintings have changed the picture of the country,' and that 'he has a studio atop the Heckschler Building, rides to and from there in a chauffeur-driven Rolls Royce, and when he's tired, he rests on his sixty-foot schooner.'"
What? 2000 clams a week in 1925? Society columns abuzz? Rolls... R...
The stub deck? The pep shirt? One of the few joys of getting older - becoming increasingly out of touch with shit that doesn't matter. Maybe being an indifferent, oblivious old coot doesn't sound as bad as it once did.
I think it started with a complete disinterest in superhero movies and the shrugging realization that stuff I once might have hated or mocked isn't even aimed at me anyway - and I'm okay with that. In fact, thank you!