HUNGRY & WILDHEARTED

Hungry & Wild Hearted

The First Epistle of Caleb

By Morren & Poole

Longtime d.i.h.d. records collaborator, Morren-Rvrs Mrcy, brings all of it together for this masterpiece.  He calls this a comic and he is from noisy background (Pots & Powercells, thee Yets, Human Adult Band, Kang Bucket) but you won't find any crude Z'orks or slimeys in this book.  It has the look of a sketch book of a formally trained artist. For those committed to raw or primitive art, don't let that deter you, I imagine a lot of Marvel/ DC  comic artists had formal training and that's a lot of influential material.  The story follows the paths of two troubled but very inspired young adults up into parenthood while they struggle with substance abuse and navigate a partnership, family, social life, creative outlets, jobs among other things. Sounds like a lot of us.  This beautful book makes you look deeper while enduring the daily life slog.   Morren is an insanely talented artist and story teller & I hear Poole pulled his weight in organizing Morrens never ending sketch books into a fine half sized graphic novel.  If you can't dig it, find another shovel.

HUMAN ADULT BAND “Last’d” green lathe cut 7 inch reportage

 Begin.

Thick n Sweet part 1. >wooze cruise ‘round th’ corners of rize crizpie treated mouse deposits (you know the kind). Sometimes a rodent has the taste only for light-toned starches, and thus produce decoys of the crunchy corporate breakfast variety. *If this data has disturbed you, I respectfully acknowledge my disservice to the entity of Human Adult Band. By which I mean I wasn’t graphic enuf in my telling of dank subterranean lairs fitted for youths of cacophonous persuasion. As for the proverbial offended pearl clutcher skimming this esteemed weblog, to you I say, you came to the wrong place. Who told you about this? Godspeed you, Earth dwelling, air breathing equal life form. No ill-intent is meant.

I am constantly reminded of the “bombs bursting in air, “ the crux of the USA nat’l anthem- which birthed among others, Outkast’s “Bombs over Baghdad”. I am not a violent person, and it behooves me to assert that the HAB are neither either hi-there. They are seekers of the Lite, consciousness, experience, and all that is true n blue.

Watch n lern, lissen n bern, do yrself a flavor and engage in that recurring fantasy of owning a van again. No shame. It is an oasis on tyres. It has a cassette deck.

a link to rule them all

Goodbye.