The other day, I had a minor computer glitch where I wasn't getting any audio. I got around to fixing it tonight, and went to youtube to make sure it was coming through clearly. My usual game of follow-the-algorithm led me back into the old classic rock hole for a bit, since it's probably been years since I listened to, say, the Led Zeppelin catalogue.
I got to thinking about how I used to mostly have band t-shirts, soaked in gravy. A huge chunk of these have disintegrated and been tossed. I have new shirts, such as the one that is an angry face saying "Don't Frick With Me", and the one where a man tells his neighbor "Please don't fart around my kids". I have several others now that would require a paragraph or two each to impart the context of their images, let alone describe the images themselves.
The classic rock shirts used to have some side effects. Sometimes it would be taken as an invite for a drunk dumbass to wander up to me and scream "ROCK AND ROLL", or like stick out his tongue and throw up the devil horns or something. Other times it could be a kind of fucked up but otherwise benign old dude who was happy to see someone liking music he liked.
Nobody has had anything to say about "Please don't fart around my kids" yet.
The real perk of my current shirts, though, is this: sometimes when walking around, I'll see someone in, say, a JonTron shirt. After coolly and dramatically lowering my sunglasses (I'm wearing sunglasses), I"ll say "Nice internet shirt...but isn't it a little...*smirk* mainstream?" As I say this, I am wearing a shirt that says, simply, "SEX BICYCLE".
Anyway here's the latest.
I guess this is the last draft pass for this little part. From here it's clean lines and colour. After that, I think I can do the next part in a fraction of the time this took me.
Still not extremely good at drawing someone the same way twice. Everything's a little claustrophobic too. All these structural flaws and more, next time.
