Showing posts with label Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Show all posts
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Tuesday, September 18, 2018

The Comic Books I Buy



Most of the comic book coverage here at Boppin' (Like The Hip Folk Do) concerns the older stuff, whether in my ongoing series of 100-Page FAKES! (concocting phony issues of DC 100-Page Super Spectacular), my history of the real 100-Page Super Spectaculars, my various Comic Book Retroview pieces about Plastic Man in the Silver Age, Marvel Super-Heroes, Batman # 180 , Superboy # 129, and Joe Orlando's Adventure Comics, the story of how I became a fan of the original Captain Marvel, and reminiscences about my A-Z introductions to Aquaman, Batman, Charlton Comics, Doc Savage, E-Man, Flash Gordon, The Green Hornet, Hoppy the Marvel Bunny, Inferior 5, Jimmy Olsen, Kid Eternity, The Legion Of Super-Heroes, Marvel Comics, Not Brand Echh, The Occult Files Of Dr. SpektorThe Powerpuff Girls, and Quicksilver & The Scarlet Witch (with The Red Tornado on deck soon). Among others. A whole lot of others! I dig old comic books about as much as I dig rock 'n' roll and power pop, so it follows that I dig writing about The Funnybooks Of My Life in this space.



I also dig new comic books, and I buy 'em every week at Comix Zone in North Syracuse. Last week, I recommended a new comic book series called The Wrong Earth, and it's but one of the current comic book titles I buy regularly. Here's what I have on my pull list at Comix Zone:

Action Comics (DC)
Amazing Spider-Man (Marvel)
Aquaman (DC)
Archie (Archie)
Archie 1941 (Archie)
Archie Meets Batman '66 (Archie/DC)
Batman (DC)
Buffy The Vampire Slayer (Dark Horse)
Captain America (Marvel)
Catwoman (DC)
The Charlton Arrow (Charlton Neo/AC)
Detective Comics (DC)
Dick Tracy Dead Or Alive (IDW)
Doctor Strange (Marvel)
Doomsday Clock (DC)
Fantastic Four (Marvel)
Hawkman (DC)
High Heaven (AHOY)
Justice League (DC)
Justice League Dark (DC)
Mister Miracle (DC)
Ms. Marvel (Marvel)
Plastic Man (DC)
Superman (DC)
The Terrifics (DC)
Tony Stark Iron Man (Marvel)
The Wrong Earth (AHOY)

Of the books listed above, Buffy The Vampire Slayer is nearing the end of its run with Dark Horse, presumably to resume with a different publisher. Both Plastic Man and Archie Meets Batman '66 are mini-series, ending soon. Dick Tracy Dead Or Alive and High Heaven are new titles debuting this month, so I haven't seen them yet, but I'm committed to checking out the first issues of each. The Charlton Arrow has been on hiatus, but I hope it comes back soon. Archie 1941 # 1 was published last week; I haven't read it yet, so it remains to be seen whether or not I continue with that title.

I review my pull list frequently, adding and deleting titles as I wish. I deleted Wonder Woman some time back, but I'm going to try it again when Ms. Marvel creator G. Willow Wilson takes over as WW's new writer. There's a new Shazam! series on its way, Grant Morrison is writing a new Green Lantern book, and a new DC mini-series event called Heroes In Crisis is starting shortly, and I'll be looking into all of those, too.



My favorite? Batman. Writer Tom King's current run has been fascinating, and I look forward to each new issue. I also really like what Brian Michael Bendis has been writing for the Man of Steel in Superman and Action Comics. I'm gonna miss Plastic Man; Gail Simone's writing has captured ol' Plas in a unique and engaging way. On the other hand, Detective Comics (also starring Batman) has been borderline for me of late, just interesting enough to keep on buying, but sometimes teetering on the brink of being deleted.

 I love comics. I love old comics, and I love new comics. I've been following them for more than fifty years; I see no reason to stop any time soon.

(For a look back at how I got started as a comics fan and a pop music fan, I refer you to Singers, Superheroes, And Songs On The Radio, my de facto autobiography of reading comics and listening to rock 'n' roll while attempting to grow up in the 1960s. Hey, kids--COMICS!)



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Saturday, May 5, 2018

BOPPIN' A TO Z: A Gallery Of Some Pop Culture Stuff I Like



Acting on a whim--a process which is at the heart of Boppin' (Like The Hip Folks Do)--I've compiled an alphabetical gallery of some stuff I just really, really like. Most of you already know of my abiding affection for Batman, The Monkees, The Ramones, power pop, Suzi Quatro, et al., so I tried to steer clear of subjects I've already written about at length. I'll likely return to some of these in future editions of The Greatest Record Ever Made or The Everlasting First, while others will only get their brief moment in the Boppin' spotlight right here. Let's GO!

All Over The Place by The Bangles



The group's first full-length album is a long-standing fave rave, and it would be a candidate for coverage in Love At First Spin if not for its underwhelming final track, "More Than Meets The Eye."

Buffy The Vampire Slayer 



Although it's now one of my all-time favorite TV series, I never saw a single episode of Buffy The Vampire Slayer during its original run. But I was a faithful fan of writer Peter David's run on DC Comics' Supergirl book, which shared a lot of surface similarities with Buffy. I figured it was too late to even try to catch up with the Buffyverse, and let it pass. Many years later, at a particularly difficult time in my life, it became the first TV series I ever binge-watched. There have been a few others since.

"Capital Radio Two" by The Clash



I bought The Clash's Cost Of Living EP to get their cover of The Bobby Fuller Four's "I Fought The Law," but "Capital Radio" (henceforth "Capital Radio Two," to differentiate it from the group's then-rare original version) was the true keeper. Now, this version is the less common one. I didn't hear the earlier take until much later, and it could never duplicate the affection I'd developed for the remake.

"Dizzy" by Tommy Roe



Pure pop. In my college days, when I joined the other guys in my suite for 25-cent pitcher night at a local watering hole, we would stumble back to campus singing this song. Dizzy, indeed.

El Diablo



I don't care to get into why discussing this great '80s DC series can be problematic today, except to note that we need to keep our view of creators separate from our view of their creations. I adored this comic book, and once wrote a letter to The Comics Buyer's Guide defending it against another comics fan who wanted DC to cancel El Diablo in favor of Infinity, Inc. (a book that never really grabbed me). I was polite.

The Flash



Smallville provided the template for modern TV series based on DC Comics characters. A few years later, The CW's Arrow initiated a specific shared universe--the Arrowverse--that led to The Flash, DC's Legends Of Tomorrow, Supergirl, and Black Lightning (though Supergirl is set on a different Earth that nonetheless crosses over with Earth-Arrowverse, and Black Lightning has yet to link to any of the other shows). Arrow has occasionally been up-and-down in quality, but is currently nearing the climax of a strong season. Legends Of Tomorrow hasn't been great, but it's been just good enough to keep me watching. Supergirl can be hit and miss, and Black Lightning's recently-concluded debut season was terrific. The Flash has been my favorite, a show that acknowledges and embraces its funnybook roots and...er, runs with them.

Global by The Cowsills




Not merely the best '90s album that no one heard, The Cowsills' 1990 release Global was one of the greatest albums of the decade...hell, maybe the greatest. We remain humbled and grateful that The Cowsills allowed us to use a track from Global--the magnificent "She Said To Me," my choice for The Cowsills' all-time finest work--on our second This Is Rock 'n' Roll Radio compilation CD.

"He'd Be A Diamond" by The Bevis Frond



My This Is Rock 'n' Roll Radio co-host Dana Bonn is a big fan of The Bevis Frond, and Dana turned me on to the wonder of this track, a timeless lament of lost love, with lyrics I wish to God I could have written. Credit belongs instead to Nick Saloman:

When the tape runs out, the music keeps playing
And when the walls come down, it's still hard to cross the line
And when his love is gone, he says he still needs you
And he wants to let you know
That if he had his chance again
He'd be a diamond

I, The Jury by Mickey Spillane



Dashiell Hammett and Raymond Chandler were arguably the greatest writers to ever work within the genre of hardboiled detective fiction. They were certainly better writers than Mickey Spillane, a pulp workhorse who loathed the term "author" and cranked out potboiling page-turners with cold-blooded efficiency. But Spillane knew what he was doing, and he for damned sure knew how to tell a story. Spillane's I, The Jury introduced his dark knight Mike Hammer, and it is the single definitive private eye novel, hands down. Hammer's last line in the book (which I won't spoil here) is the absolute epitome of pulp noir.

Jessica Jones



I'm primarily a DC Comics guy, but I also love Marvel Comics, and I've gotta concede that Marvel is kicking DC's ass in creating a compelling cinematic universe. On broadcast television, I've found DC's The Flash more interesting than Marvel's Agents Of S.H.I.E.L.D. (which I do like, though I'm about a season behind at the moment). Marvel's Agent Carter was cool, and Marvel's Netflix series have occasionally been fantastic. Well, maybe not Iron Fist, and I'm not interested in The Punisher. Daredevil got a bit intense, but its two seasons were compelling as a whole. I liked The Defenders, too. My favorites, without question, have been Luke Cage and Jessica Jones, both of which are as good as this stuff gets.

"Kiss Your Ass Goodbye" by Styx



Lord, I hated Styx. Hated 'em. As a bourgeoning young punk rocker in the late '70s, I regarded Styx as The Enemy, pompous and bloated, anti-punk, anti-pop. I would have grudgingly conceded that Styx's "Lorelei" was a good tune, worthy of The Hollies, but otherwise? Hatred. I once carved "STYX STYNX" on a tabletop in a bar during my misspent young adulthood. BUT! In 2003, a friend and fellow pop fan named Kathryn Francis told me there was a new Styx song that would demolish my antipathy, no matter how hard I resisted. Man, when Kathyrn's right, she's right! "Kiss Your Ass Goodbye" is an incredible track, a power pop tune that has carved out a permanent berth in my ongoing All-Time Top 200. I haven't changed my mind about the older stuff, and I hear that many Styx fans disdain "Kiss Your Ass Goodbye," so I guess that dynamic remains in place between us.

Love Ain't Nothing But Sex Misspelled by Harlan Ellison



As a voracious reader and wannabe writer when I was in high school, I worshipped Harlan Ellison. I bought as many of Ellison's books as I could find, beginning with Paingod And Other Delusions and working my way through No Doors, No Windows (which I had Ellison autograph for me at a lecture appearance in '76), The Glass Teat, The Other Glass Teat, Spider Kiss, Memos From Purgatory, I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream, and Love Ain't Nothing But Sex Misspelled. Asked in English class to name my favorite book, the latter was my choice.

"May My Heart Be Cast Into Stone" by The Toys



The only reason this hasn't already been considered for an essay in The Greatest Record Ever Made is that I don't have much to say about it. Except that it's The Greatest Record Ever Made. It's such pimply hyperbole, such an over-the-top girl-group pop gush, that it renders me inarticulate. Each time I hear it, I wanna hear it again.

"Nothing But A Heartache" by The Flirtations



Speaking of over-the-top girl-group pop, this 45 by The Flirtations was just something hangin' around the house when I was an adolescent in the early '70s, and it has never bothered to relinquish its grip on me.

Our Town



Go ahead. Call me a sentimental ol' softie, because you would be correct in that assessment. All I can say is that I watched the 1977 TV adaptation of Thornton Wilder's Our Town, featuring Hal HolbrookRobby Benson, and the absolutely adorable Glynnis O'Connor, and I bawled like a baby. 'Sokay. I am as God made me.

Pushing Daisies



The facts were these: A uniquely quirky TV series that should have lasted longer. I'm generally not much of a fan of quirk, to tell you the truth, but this show? Its quirk was heartfelt and sincere, its audacity given divine direction with unforgettable results.

"Queen Of Hearts" by Juice Newton



While I am aware of the sheer heresy of preferring Juice Newton's hit country-pop cover of "Queen Of Hearts" to Dave Edmunds' original version, I blame the media. Specifically, I blame radio, 'cause Ms. Newton's record was the best freakin' thing on AM Top 40 in 1981, and I was so grateful for its mere existence.

Ramones Songbook by The Nutley Brass



What may seem on paper a pointless exercise in smug snark--an album of elevator music covers of Ramones classics--transcends expectation and illustrates the durability and adaptability of The Ramones' canon. This is so cool.

Supergirl (Volume 4)



I mentioned writer Peter David's work on the Supergirl comic book contemporary to Buffy The Vampire Slayer. The similarities are coincidental--the works were contemporaneous, and neither could have really influenced the other--but I betcha most Buffy fans aren't even aware of this 1996-2003 comics run, and I further betcha some of 'em might dig it.

That Thing You Do!



The Greatest Movie Ever Made.

Undertones by The Undertones




Pristine, piledrivin' adrenalin. The Irish Ramones!

Veronica Mars



After Buffy The Vampire Slayer introduced me to the joy of binge-watching old TV shows that I'd missed, I moved on to the Buffy spinoff Angel, plus Firefly, The Newsroom, and Dollhouse, though I've still yet to move past the first season of the latter. Friday Night Lights is in the queue, but the show for which I fell the hardest was Veronica Mars. I couldn't get enough of this show, burned through its three seasons in no time, watched the feature film sequel, bought and read the tie-in novels...I was obsessed. I guess it's over now. But we'll always have Neptune.

What's Up, Doc?



No offense intended to Cary Grant and Katherine Hepburn, but Peter Bogdonovich's 1972 film What's Up, Doc? is the greatest screwball comedy in the history of screwball comedies. Ryan O'Neal is winningly hapless, Barbra Streisand is wacky but somehow likable throughout her character's careless machinations, Madeline Kahn is a hoot, and everything is perfect. And funny. Like, laugh-out-loud, capering, giggling, funny. I've seen this, oh, a million times, and even read the paperback novelization to tatters when I was in middle school. In 1972, before the home video revolution, that paperback was the only way to keep re-living the film experience, and I wanted to keep living the sheer, giddy joy of What's Up, Doc?

XXI by Dwight Twilley



Is it cheating to use the Roman numeral for 21 as my X entry? I could've put Blondie's "X-Offender" in this spot, or X-Men (the comic book or the first two movies), Xaviera Meets Marilyn Chambers, or even X-Ray, the "unauthorized autobiography" by Ray Davies of The Kinks. But y'know, I really don't give enough attention to Dwight Twilley, who is certainly one of the key figures in power pop, and this anthology is a great introduction to some of his irresistible work, from "I'm On Fire" and other gems from his days fronting The Dwight Twilley Band through solo material like "Girls" and his proposed title theme for That Thing You Do!

"You Movin'" by The Byrds



When we think of the music of The Byrds, I'd say we're picturing earnest folk-rockers chimin' and singin' with an aura of cool detachment. "You Movin'" is an anomaly, an early Byrds track that revels in the goofy abandon of falling in love with a girl movin' on the dance floor, the sound of young men who'd just seen A Hard Day's Night and suddenly wanted to go paradin' like The Beatles.

Zorro by Isabel Allende



I've long been a fan of superhero prose novels, from the original pulp adventures of The Shadow and Doc Savage through Tom DeHaven's It's Superman! I'll be taking an extended look at Zorro in an upcoming edition of The Everlasting First, and today's A-Z gallery concludes with this magnificent novel from 2005.

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Tuesday, October 31, 2017

THE GREATEST RECORD EVER MADE: "The Transylvania Twist"

I wanted to do something special for this 700th edition of Boppin' (Like The Hip Folks Do). When I realized that it would fall on Halloween, I knew exactly what I wanted it to be.

An infinite number of rockin' pop records can be the greatest record ever made, as long as they take turns. Today, on Halloween, for Boppin' (Like The Hip Folks Do) # 700, this is THE GREATEST RECORD EVER MADE!




BARON DAEMON & THE VAMPIRES: "Transylvania Twist"

The Slayer slipped quietly into the darkened television studio, unnoticed, unseen. Her stealthy entry would have been accomplished with ease even without her own supernatural abilities. The place seemed to have been abandoned. It seemed...like it wasn't really there, at least not anymore. Its presence on the physical plane was out of sync, out of time. A faint odor of charred wood suggested it had burned, long ago. But she was there now, her blond hair glistening in a dim spotlight. It was Halloween night. She wished she were back home in California, not shivering in some place that wasn't there, stuck somehow on the wrong coast, at the wrong dreary, dismal time. The chills she felt were not born of fear--she was The Slayer after all, The Chosen One--but a result of this unfamiliar environment. Outside, falling leaves mixed with a threat of falling snow. Damn!, The Slayer thought to herself, It's cold in Syracuse!

A rustle in the shadows caught her senses, and she gripped the stake, ever at the ready. He appeared before her: an aging man in dated formal attire and black cape, a long-ago Hollywood fantasy of a vampire. He spoke in what was supposed to be an accent tinged with Transylvanian origin; she suspected it came instead from right here in Syracuse. He did not seem threatening. He seemed...friendly.




"Ah, you're here!" The stranger greeted The Slayer. "Velcome, velcome! I am Baron Daemon, and I bid you velcome. I'm so glad you could come, Buff..."

The Slayer cut him short. "No names." She approached him slowly. "This is not an official visit. But how about you make with the 'splainey, and maybe I won't have to make with the stabby?"

The Baron chuckled. "Of course! Of course! I'm such a gimble-brain sometimes. But velcome to Syracuse, and velcome to my humble abode...."

"'Humble' ain't the half of it, mister. What's a TV studio doing in the basement of an empty shopping mall?"

"Ah, it vasn't alvays an empty shopping mall. It used to be a shopping center! A shopping town! Ha-ha-ha-haaa...!"

The Slayer thought that was supposed to be a joke, but she really, really didn't care whether or not she got the reference. "Just let me hear this record, okay? Let's get this over with already."

"Of course, of course." The Baron chuckled again. He chuckled more than any other vampire The Slayer had ever met, and she'd met many of them. Usually briefly. That's what the stake's for, after all. "My apologies, Buff...er, young lady. I'm an old, old vampire. Sometimes I vant to spin tales. I don't alvays get to things right off the bat. Bat! Get it? Ha-ha-ha-haaa..!"

The Slayer rolled her eyes, and resisted the temptation to stake the Baron right then and there. But the aging vampire settled in, and handed her an old 45 to examine.  The Slayer turned it over in her hands, taking in the blood-red label, the "WNYS-TV" logo, and the songs on each side. "Ghost Guitars" on the flip. The A-side was what she'd come for. The Slayer was in Syracuse to hear "The Transylvania Twist" by Baron Daemon & the Vampires.




"This is it, then?," The Slayer asked. "This is the mystic talisman?"

"Ha-ha-ha-haaa! Have a listen and see vhat you think." 

The Baron clapped his hands. A spotlight fell on a jukebox, previously unseen and ignored. No, not a jukebox--a cool spookbox! It lit up eerily, and the music began to play.

Guitar. Drums. Vocals. Magic.

Grab a hold of your baby, and hold her tight
'Cause Baron Daemon is flying tonight
If you see a weird shadow
Or hear a strange sound 
Scream your little heads off
The Baron's around!





As The Slayer and The Baron listen, we pause now for these important messages:



Product. It was only supposed to be product, promotion. It was just publicity for a childrens' TV program.

Mike Price had been with Syracuse's Channel 9 from the beginning. He was already on staff when WNYS first began broadcasting in 1962. If Channel 9 needed a vampire to host its cheesy Saturday night horror movies, Price would be that vampire. He donned black cape and Dracula makeup, affected a Bela Lugosi voice, and he capered and wisecracked his way into the hearts of Central New York viewers as Baron Daemon. 

The Baron's success was immediate and overflowing, prompting an expansion of his role. The Baron added afternoon kids' show host to his resume, and made personal appearances before crowds of giddy, adoring fans. In 1963, the national success of a novelty hit called "Monster Mash" by Bobby "Boris" Pickett (with its throwaway line of Dracula muttering Vhatever happened to my Transylvania Tvist?) inspired visions of a copycat record, sung by The Baron. Product. Promotion.

However prosaic the motivation, however simple its goals, the talent involved made it transcendent.

The instrumental backing was provided by Sam & the Twisters, a popular local rock 'n' roll group who'd recently released a fabulous single called "Fooba Wooba John;" the music for "The Transylvania Twist" would be virtually the same as "Fooba Wooba John." The Bigtree Sisters chipped in exquisite girl-group vocals, and Mike Price's Baron was right up front, chewing the scenery like a bat outta Vaudeville. The record was released in 1964, and it was a smash hit in the ol' home town. To this day, it remains the biggest-selling local record in Syracuse history.

But it was only a hit in Syracuse. When it sold through in the 315 area code, its mission was accomplished. There was interest in the record in other markets, far from Central New York, but why would WNYS-TV be interested in spending money to move the record to Cleveland, or Detroit, or (theoretically) Sunnydale, where no one would ever tune into Baron Daemon's Buddies on Colorful Channel 9? Product. Promotion. "The Transylvania Twist" had already served its purpose.

Was Mike Price disappointed? Possibly; everyone knew that "The Transylvania Twist" could have been a national breakout. Possibly not; Mike Price was an employee, and he'd punched the clock and delivered for his bosses. That's the job he was paid to do.

Possibly. 

In 1967, the WNYS-TV studio, housed since the channel's inception in the basement of the Shoppingtown shopping center in the Syracuse suburb of DeWitt, was consumed by a fire. The Baron's sets and wardrobe also fell victim to the flames. Mike Price chose to retire The Baron, the corny old vampire's fate sealed in a funeral pyre. Price continued to work for Channel 9 for decades thereafter, finally retiring in 2008. He generally resisted requests to reprise the role of Baron Daemon. He relented in the early '90s, and again a handful of times after that. The Syracuse Music Awards Hall Of Fame convinced The Baron to rise from the grave as one of its inaugural inductees in 1993. It was a magic night, as Baron Daemon returned, in full costume with full schtick intact, a phoenix reborn from the conflagration that consumed Channel 9 nearly a quarter century before. He took the stage at Syracuse's Landmark Theater, with Sam & the Twisters again by his side, and bellowed the hit that should have been, the hit we all knew it really was:

Grab a hold of your baby, and hold her tight
'Cause Baron Daemon is lurking tonight!




I was in that audience, transfixed anew as I'd been as a child, when I used to faithfully wriggle into my official "I'm A Real Cool Ghoul" Baron Daemon sweatshirt and watch The Baron's antics each afternoon in between Flash Gordon serials and Astro Boy cartoons. Stay close to your baby, don't leave her alone; the joy of Baron Daemon is meant for her, and for you, and for everyone. Product? No. It was a gift to all of us, to The Baron's Bloody Buddies, and it was The Greatest Record Ever Made.

And now, we return to our story, already in progress:

The Slayer felt the music wash over her, a Baptism unlike any other. She closed her eyes. She could see Sam & the Twisters, with The Bigtree Sisters singing along. She could see the very notes spring visibly into the air from Sam Amato's guitar. And she could clearly see The Baron himself, younger, more spry, mugging and frugging and hamming it up, a vision alternately in black and white and unliving color. A feeling gripped her soul. It wasn't a feeling of dread, no skinprick of horror, no warning sign of danger ahead. It was different. It was welcome. It was...

...Joy!

Pure joy, unaffected and unashamed, without filter, without a burden of self-doubt. Joy

The record ended. She would have loved to hear it again, and again, but the jukebox--cool spookbox!--disappeared into the shadows. Nonetheless, The Slayer already had what she'd been looking for.

She spoke. "I understand now." The Slayer looked at The Baron, her expression softer than before, a glow of unexpected gratitude lighting the spark within her eyes. "I know why my friends wanted me to come here. This record. It's like a weapon against the darkness..."

"Not a veapon," The Baron corrected her. "A charm."

"Yes! Exactly! It's a charm, a channeling of innocence and wonder, of childhood hopes translated into something stronger, even young adulthood--the teen years--forged into something irresistible, unstoppable." A single tear escaped The Slayer's eye. "It's...it's just joy!"

The Baron was pleased. "I trust you have vhat you came for, then."

The Slayer nodded. "Yes. This can help my friends and me back home. We can use this to protect everyone from the Hellmouth. I, uh...noticed you have a Hellmouth here in Syracuse, too."

"Yes, yes. It used to be covered by oil tanks, but some gimble-brain built another shopping mall on top of it. Don't vorry--ve're used to it. I'm happy I could help you, young lady."

The Slayer wrapped her arms around The Baron, and placed one small kiss upon his balding pate. "Call me Buffy." With that, The Slayer took her leave. 

The Baron blushed. For the first time in his long afterlife, Baron Daemon was speechless.

He settled into a comfortable chair, and poured himself a drink. The Baron sipped the bright red liquid from his ornate silver chalice. He reflected upon his life and his adventures, all the people he'd touched, all the young hearts he'd thrilled and fulfilled. The Baron smiled in silence. It had been a good life; it remained so. The Baron was proud. The Baron was satisfied.

The Baron's reverie was interrupted by the sudden appearance of a brightly-garbed caped crusader, bursting into the studio even as it began to fade again into the long night of memory. 

"Baron!," the intruder cried. "We haven't a moment to lose! I have to get you back to Gotham City right away!"

"Buzz off, Bruce," the Baron snapped. "I'm the only Batman around here!"

Yeah yeah, that's right
He's loose tonight
Yeah yeah, that's right
What a sight!

With eternal thanks to The Baron, from one of his buddies.

IMPORTANT NOTE: For the definitive story of "The Transylvania Twist" by Baron Daemon & the Vampires, I urge you to read M. C. Antil's 2011 piece about The Best Halloween Song You Never Heard. It should be required reading for all fans of pop music.

"The Transylvania Twist" written by Mike Riposo and Hovey Larrison

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Saturday, February 11, 2017

Comics TODAY!




I have loved comic books for over fifty years. The earliest comic book I remember reading was an 80-Page Giant starring Lois Lane, published in 1965. I really got hooked the following year, when the Batman TV series debuted. I was six years old, and I've matured since then. I'm at least seven now.



I quit the hobby for a few years in college, but not because I thought I'd outgrown this silly nonsense of costumed superheroes. No, I quit because writer Steve Englehart and artists Marshall Rogers and Terry Austin had completed their stint on Detective Comics (starring The Batman), and every comic book I read after that was a dismal disappointment. I returned to comics after college, in the early '80s, drawn in by Frank Miller's Daredevil and The New Teen Titans by Marv Wolfman and George Perez, among other titles. I have never stopped buying and reading comics since that time.

Within just the past couple of years, I began to feel that mainstream comics publishers weren't interested in middle-aged superhero fans, because there were fewer and fewer titles that I could stomach reading. I even reached an unthinkable point: I dropped the Batman books, because they were simply no fun anymore.

But something changed, and something clicked. Suddenly, I'm buying and enjoying as many or more comics titles as I ever have. These are the titles I'm currently reading:




















Which one's my favorite now? Er...I dunno. Archie? Future Quest, which teams the Hanna-Barbera action heroes (Jonny Quest, Space Ghost, BirdmanFrankenstein Jr., The Impossibles, The Herculoids, Mightor, and The Galaxy Trio) in one rip-roarin' adventure that never fails to thrill my inner seven-year-old? Batman, which went from being awful to being really, really good? Wonder Woman, which just may be the best it's ever been? I like 'em all. I try not to get caught up in a collector's mentality; if I'm not enjoying a book, I drop it. I add and drop books from my pull list at Comix Zone in North Syracuse nearly every week.

Superheroes are still my thing. Comics are an art form, not a genre; there's no real limit to the subject matter that can be addressed nor the style that can be used to tell a story in a comic book. But I like superheroes, and I'm not going to pretend I don't. I like good versus evil; I want nuance, I want engaging characters and verisimilitude along with the biff and the bang, but I want to be able to tell the good guys from the bad guys, and I want to see the bad guys get their asses kicked. The Archie titles are the only things I buy that couldn't be called action books; neither Mother Panic nor Shade The Changing Girl is traditional superhero fare, and Vampirella, Jessica Jones, and Captain Kid also stray from the familiar matrix a bit, but otherwise? Yeah, superheroes are still my thing. I fail to see the appeal of outgrowing that.

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