Manitoban Mixtape!

This was fun to do, as all of my latest Manitoban illustrations have been. Silvana put type on the tapes and CDs where appropriate. Grumpy Cat was thrown in just for kicks.
Wanna read the feature? Go here: http://issuu.com/themanitoban/docs/5december2012/15

Gotta Clean This Place the Fuck Up. Seriously.

When you post two pictures of your workspace and inadvertently give them very similar titles, it's time to clean up. My hope is that "The Genius of Soul" will get me though the ordeal.

Dante: Birthday #2

Two years ago, Dante came into our lives, and he turned everything upside-down.
I wouldn't change a thing.
Happy birthday, you beautiful little guy.

Sketchbook-Based Skeletons

Sarah and I recently went down to the basement to give Dante another spot to play (other than the living room). That meant removing a lot of junk and finally putting a ton of books away, which also brought our bookshelves 80% closer to their former glory. The photo above was taken a couple months before that endeavour, but it illustrates that I came across a stack of old sketchbooks. These things are far more embarrassing than baby photos. In particular, I looked at my final student one from 2005 and found a lot of stuff that I found awkward/repulsive.

If anything, it served as a reminder of where I've come from, and how far I have to go. Gotta keep pushing. After all, it's just a place to practice and have fun.

Gigposters.com Coloring Book Sale!

Clay, the guru of GP, has knocked down the price of all three volumes of the Gigposters.com Coloring Book to half off! Go get 'em! Mad cheap! Fun for kids of all ages – yeah, you!
The image above is from the first volume. Sexy, eh?

MisterLorde

Just changed up my Twitter monicker. Don't be alarmed or something. ENMagnifico is so 2001-2012. #changeisgood
— Allan Lorde (@MisterLorde) September 13, 2012

Look at me! I've got my big boy pants on!
On the real, I felt it was time for a change. I'm still known as "El Negro Magnifico" at gigposters.com and other spots on the web, but "ENMagnifico" never had the same ring to it, and "MisterLorde" is closer to the truth. So, update your bookmarkage!
I'm MisterLorde on Twitter AND Dribbble.

Still On the Line

I'm not sure if I've mentioned this before, but "Wichita Lineman" is among my favorite songs of all time. I appreciated it from a young age thanks to my mom―that's her signature on the single―but my admiration for this song has only grown. I don't know if it's the news of Glen's battle with Alzheimer's that pushed it to the forefront of my consciousness recently, but I won't look that gift horse in the mouth. All I know is that I can play it in my head while working, and everything is fine.
Can't front on that.

Related Links:
Glen performing "Wichita Lineman" on The Smothers Brothers Show
CBS Sunday Morning piece on Campbell's final tour (text and photos only, sadly)

R.I.P. El Negro Communicator

R.I.P. 2009-2012
iPhones and Johnson's Baby Body Wash do not fucking mix.

Sittin' On Busted Safety Glass

Consider my mellow now harshed. 

After attending the Mayer Hawthorne DJ set on Friday at the Pyramid Cabaret, I had the displeasure of seeing the driver's side window of my wife's Honda Fit busted open. Having talked to a few people about this incident, it's apparent that being the victim of a smash n' grab is an unfortunate rite of passage in this city. That kinda eases the pain, but only a little. Naturally, I blamed myself for what happened, and you can't tell me one fucking thing that I haven't already told myself:

Well, why'd you park so far away from the venue, dumbass?
Shit, I dunno. it was a nice night, and I anticipated a frenzied parking situation, so I parked a block away. Is that a fucking crime?  

It's your own got-damn fault for leaving your backpack in the back seat.
First of all, fuck you. Second, am I the only person in history that's left something in a car with the thought that mankind wouldn't mess with it? No. 

Shit like that has been playing in my head for the past 24 hours. They took the RCA cord that we plug our respective iPhones in with, and the also absconded with the cig lighter charger for said iPhones. Really shitty, but somewhat inexpensive to purchase again somewhere down the line. What really stings here is twofold:
The price of getting the window fixed. Don't get me started. This is a very unwelcome addition to the financial bullshit we've had to deal with this year.
My backpack. Gone. Along with my favorite drawing utensils and my barely-used sketchbook. I'd rather they kicked me in the balls instead.

October 4th, 2010: My backpack and its contents at the time. 

As I've told others, I'm past the emotional point of white-hot hatred and have settled into a begrudging acceptance with a healthy dash of brooding. Right now, I'd pretty much give anything to have the sketchbook and drawing stuff back. The sketchbook is where I kept notes and drew ideas. Yeah, I can think of more stuff, but that doesn't change the fact that I feel violated. At any rate, if you happen to stumble upon it, it looks like this:

 
I'd just like it back, no questions asked. Thanks.

My Reaction to the News of Three Hour Raw Episodes...

...via embedded tweets.

Shit. “@JohnCena: STARTING Monday Night July 23 @USA_NETWORK WILL BE ADDING A 3RD HOUR TO @WWE MONDAY NIGHT RAW - PERMANENTLY. #3hourRaw”

— Allan Lorde (@ENMagnifico) May 17, 2012

As a wrestling fan, I should be happy about a #3hourRaw, but anyone that's sat through one is aware that they can be a grind.

— Allan Lorde (@ENMagnifico) May 17, 2012

I just have a feeling that we're gonna be sitting through a lot of #3hourRaw episodes before they get any good.

— Allan Lorde (@ENMagnifico) May 17, 2012

#3hourRaw I watch the current-length Raw in one hour via PVR. Hate to be a naysayer...

— Allan Lorde (@ENMagnifico) May 17, 2012

I'm just gonna sift through it to get to the good stuff, as always. @wwe doesn't handle nuance well, so I won't miss much. #3hourRaw

— Allan Lorde (@ENMagnifico) May 17, 2012

@JensenClan88 As a former WWE writer, how would you have handled the news that Raw is going to three hours?

— Allan Lorde (@ENMagnifico) May 18, 2012

@ENMagnifico killed myself.

— Jensen Karp (@JensenClan88) May 18, 2012

@JensenClan88 I totally saw that coming.

— Allan Lorde (@ENMagnifico) May 18, 2012

'Nuff said.

R.I.P., MCA.

Like it or not, Adam Yauch – as director Nathaniel Hörnblowér – made fisheye lenses cool. At least in my eyes, anyway.

I first saw "Shake Your Rump" on Much's Soul In the City, preceded by Kool Moe Dee's "I Go To Work" (so the two are forever linked in my mind). I taped that episode and watched "Shake Your Rump" over and over again. I did the same once I copped the Skills to Pay the Bills home video. Not only was the song dope – a killer set of drum breaks, punctuated by a funky guitar lick and a synth hook, wrapping their rhymes in a blanket of badass – but the slinky rooftop performance, captured by three cameras, captivated me. Through fisheye lenses, they looked a little otherworldly and warped just right. Combined with the sounds, they also became something other than those "Fight For Your Right to Party" guys. They just looked so fucking cool.

Sandwiched between the rooftop shit was the random video footage: the naked girl dancing, the Schlepper's moving van, the kitten on a turntable, and more. You can bet I looked at those parts in slo-mo, trying to make sense of it all. I really think that was the beginning of their mystique, coupled with the scattershot pop culture references. It added layers to the puddles of beer and juvenile delinquent behavior.

So yeah, that video is fucking magic to me. Before that joint, I found the Beasties amusing, but nothing special. I bought Paul's Boutique before I copped Licensed to Ill. Hell, I think I bought Check Your Head before I bought their debut (when I finally purchased it, it was a used copy on vinyl from Pyramid Records on Portage. There were no liner notes).

My hat's off to you, Mr. Yauch. A deft hand on the mic, and the creator of a truly arresting visual. Rest in peace.

I've Been In a Dark Place...

...and I still am. So here's a picture of a very tasty smokie (thank you, Awesome Dog) to brighten things up. Ain't been going out, being social and all that stuff. I've got some stuff to work on. When I say "stuff", I mean me. Things will improve, I figure. This is as confessional as I get online now. It's healthier that way.

ManDate III: The Reckoning!

Me, Chris, and Jeope got together again for good times. Last time, it was for my birthday and talking shit. This time, it was about drawing and talking shit.
I really have to remember how good it feels to draw for fun. It's easy to forget, sadly.

BONUS: Here's a closer look at what Jeope did!

Lookin' That Gift Horse In the Mouth

Top: March 2nd. Bottom: March 11th.

Coming off the wackest (unseasonably warm, that is) winter in my memory, we're dealing with a late March that feels like mid-spring. It doesn't make a got-damn lick of sense. However, just like when I was confronted with a piss poor winter wonderland, I'm choosing to embrace the situation rather than complain. I'm not whining about the thawed dog shit, or bitching about the garbage that the snowbanks hid. The day I took the picture on the bottom, I drove to my son's daycare with the window down and the tunes blaring, observing the city's early renewal with pleased eyes.

Whether it's winter to spring, or winter to spring, I see Winnipeg in a new light and at a different angle. As mid-sized as we are, I always see something new. That's kinda what keeps me here.

With all that said, I will look that gift horse in the mouth and remember that global warming brought us here. All I can do is recycle, conserve energy, and pray that things will get a little (or a lot) better by the time my son is a man. I'd kinda like Dante to know what a real Winnipeg winter feels like.

In the meantime, I might put some music in my ears and walk 150 pounds off in this weather. You never know.

Tokyo Trashville

 A cover that's truly hard to ignore. 

What you're seeing above is the CD booklet to the Au Go Go Records compilation, Tokyo Trashville, and it's among my favorite covers of all time. When I first laid eyes up this in the mid-90s, I was truly in awe. I had two questions:
"Why is that sweaty lady humping the Eiffel Tower?" (I didn't realize it was the Tokyo Tower), and "Who the fuck is Rockin' Jelly Bean?"

That last question had me on a hunt, because I had to know who this magnificent bastard was, because he was obviously talented. In 1996, RJB didn't really have a web presence, and Alta Vista (remember that?) searches turned up random, barely translatable Japanese sites with broken links and references to Petty Booka, a duo he did work for. Any images I did find were often small and rather poor.

As the years progressed, I kept searching for stuff, and more RJB shit started to appear on the web, until he finally got his own nifty site and a great little store in Harajuku, where I copped this dope poster for his band Jackie and the Cedrics.

To think my admiration started with this sweaty-ass cover. Truthfully, that may have been the last time a cover blew my mind.

Random Thoughts: February 28th, 2012

Whether you like it or not, Wendy's and the adjacent Tim Hortons location are you best options for lunch on
King Edward Street. Taken while employed at Farm Business Communications.

• Mr. Uncertain: So, I'm un(der)employed again. I was at Farm Business Communications for most of the month, subbing for a gentleman on paternity leave, and he was set to return yesterday, making Friday my last day. I'm definitely thankful for my brief stay there, as it was educational, kept me financially stable, and I got to work with my old friends Steve and Jenelle.
  I'm kinda where I was last year. Not sure where I'm gonna go, or what I'm gonna do. I've been given the tools to move forward, but I'm feeling rather grounded. Trying to stay positive (and failing at it).
  
  
• Pinky's Laundromat: I've gone off at length about how magnificent John Smith's second solo album is, and now, you can check it out for your own damn self via Bandcamp. Please do enjoy.
  
  
• Container of Great: My pal Albertine dropped her video game art and culture 'zine – Heart Container – last week, and it's a great read. It made me think about my relationship with gaming, which seems both deep and distant at the same time. I'm beginning to think I should write my thoughts down regarding this. It also made me nostalgic, and I'm think I should cop one of these as soon as things are better.
  You really oughta pick up a copy, not only because it's good, but because the proceeds go to Child's Play.
  
  
• A Possibly Unpopular Opinion: I'm listening to this Erick Sermon mixtape, and it reeks of you-kids-get-off-my-lawn syndrome. I've got nothing but love for E-Double, but when you start dissing skinny jeans and the use of "swag", I stop listening.
  
  
• New Flickr Layout: The way you and I view Flickr is about to change, and I have to admit that I'm kinda stoked. I've been using it for almost seven years, and it's still a daily digital hangout spot after all this time. Unlike a lot of people that piss and moan about changes to their virtual clubhouses, I welcome it. I roll around in it like a pig in filth. Okay, not really, but I do roll with the punches. It's the Internet, people. You don't like one spot, go to another.
  
  
• Two Years on Tumblr: Yeah, I can't believe it either. Here's how I marked the occasion.
  
  
• These Dreams, man. A recent episode of Sound Opinions got me thinking about songs associated with first love. This definitely wasn't my first crush, but it's probably the first time I can put music and affection for someone together: late spring, 1985, at some roller rink – probably Wheelies. It was a Winnipeg school patrol outing. I was horrible at skating, and I remember taking a tumble on the carpet surrounding the rink that would've killed or paralyzed the 37-year-old me. As I held my head in agony like a kicker that missed a field goal, I saw HER. Giggling at me. Not in a mean way, but giggling. The HER in question was this petite blond from Wolseley School that caught my eye earlier in the day.
  I was all about making girls laugh, so I did my best to laugh along, even though the pain was kicking my ass. What was playing during this moment? "These Dreams", by Heart. I'm not gonna lie to you; I still feel a lilt in my stomach when I hear that song coming from a nearby radio, or in a supermarket.
  Hey...can we talk about the video for a second? All I really want to point out is that drummer Benny Carmassi utilized his fleeting moments of screen time to the fullest by being as hammy as possible. I love it! He shines at the 1:45 mark, also at 2:14 and 2:30. Classic.

An Art Lesson From Stuart Immonen

Today's art lesson coming up...

— Stuart Immonen (@stuartimmonen) February 19, 2012

Right now... ready?

— Stuart Immonen (@stuartimmonen) February 19, 2012

Fellas! when you are drawing fabric, these things are hubs: elbows, knees, shoulders, if it's a bag over the head, then maybe a nose even...

— Stuart Immonen (@stuartimmonen) February 19, 2012

if it's a drapey sort of bag.

— Stuart Immonen (@stuartimmonen) February 19, 2012

But for fuck's sake, will you please stop hanging drapery off of nipples. JUST STOP IT.

— Stuart Immonen (@stuartimmonen) February 19, 2012

@stuartimmonen Stuart ladies draw too

— Jamie McKelvie (@McKelvie) February 19, 2012

@McKelvie I had no idea.also? all the examples coming across my desk of this problem are by guys.

— Stuart Immonen (@stuartimmonen) February 19, 2012

I apologize for not including the women who draw badly.

— Stuart Immonen (@stuartimmonen) February 19, 2012

Maybe I should just caution people against basing their drawing on descriptions from Victorian erotica. #notactuallymadeofdiamondsandrubies

— Stuart Immonen (@stuartimmonen) February 19, 2012

Stuart's been in the game for a while, so he knows what he's talking about. Pay a visit to Maison Immonen.

Birthday #37

Above: Gifts from wifey. Below: Epic hangoutz.

I've proven over and over again that I'm just not much of a birthday guy. Passage of time, regrets, a year closer to the grave, yaddayaddayadda. With that said, I like to think I'm getting better at the whole thing. I decided to spend the evening of my birthday with friends, which is something my wife has been after me to do for ages.

So, I did! My homies Jeope and Chris joined me at Kawaii Crepe for all sorts of geeky chat, which was a reprise of out last get-together. No complaints here!

And yes, I do own that (empty) jar of Nutella now.

P.S.: Public shout-out to Chris for the cool comics and tchotchkes! Thanx!