Happy 65th, Voodoo Chile!

Taking a break from the break to zip out a quick sketch of Jimi Hendrix, as today is his 65th birthday. Rock on. I would like to come back to this image and do a clean-up and proper coloring job, but that will have to wait.

--B

The Big Lebowski Sketches

Here's a few quickies I sketched up while watching the Big Lebowski recently. It's also the first, and most probably, the only post for November 2007. I will be taking a break from the whole blogging deal for a bit while I figure out what the hell I'm doing with my life. Good luck to my buddies on the right here, who all have interesting artistic blogs in their own right. Check them out and cheer them on. I will hopefully get back into this bloggo stuff in the new year. We'll see.

--B

Kegger Dingus

College is an interesting time in one's life. You're out on your own, studying for midterms, and preparing for a career. And then there's Dingus, funneling beers, doing kegstands, and acing Mass Consumption 101. And don't forget the "Freshman 10": Drunken Boy Dingus outdrank 10 freshmen in a single night. Not a bad feat, even though they're freshman. They say college are the years you will always remember fondly, which may be true for you and me, but Dingus, on the other hand, may not remember much.

--B

Down & Out Dingus

Poor little Dingus. He's fallen so far, right into the gutter. Literally. He should have gotten his GED. But, wait. He's got a friend to keep him company while wallowing down in the dumps: a pint of rotgut, eye-blinding booze. Hey, it probably won't do any good, but it's tasty.

--B

Pink Elephants

Drunken Boy Dingus gots da' DTs.

--B

Bourbon Street

Bourbon Street, New Orleans, the last bastion of the fall down drunk. Drunken Boy Dingus thrives in the Big Easy, home of Pat O'Brien's Hurricane, the to-go cup, and bars that never close. If you ever make it down to the Crescent City, you'll see a Dingus or two seeking support from the gas lit light poles on and around Rue Bourbon. You don't think they were put there to illuminate the street, did you?

This piece was done back in 2001 for a friend's birthday after a crew of us went to Jazzfest that year. It was also included in the 2002 show. I guarantee.

--B

86'ed

Who knew that running down the bar naked while making claims of being the second coming and doing scientific research under patrons' skirts could get you tossed from a gin joint? Well, watch your actions, little Dingus, it seems society has gone and gotten itself some rules. What are they? Hell if I know, but it's probably best not to flood the pool table with martinis to make your own slip-and-slide.

Another piece here from 2002, and the "Liverbender Lounge" is also based on the Abbey. The Abbey's owner even has a framed version at his home and has toyed with the idea of naming a place "Liverbender's". Life truly does imitate art.

--B

After Work

After a long day of pushing pencils, one deserves an after work drink, or two, or three, or seven. Drunken Boy Dingus is one of the after work crowd, but then again he's part of the late night crowd, and the "it's-4-AM-get-out-of-the-bar-and-go-home" crowd. Hey, after an 8 hour work day, Dingus needs to relax at the bar for a good 10 hours.

The bar in this piece is based on the window end of the Abbey, near the "power corner". It was also drawn, I guess, at a time when you could still smoke in NYC bars. Smoke 'em if ya got 'em.

--B

D.U.I. Dingus

Woah! Wrong turn there, little Dingus! Just goes to show, booze can totally impair your ability to drive. Next time, take a cab. Or take a nap under the pool table. Seriously, kiddies, drinking and driving ain't cool.

The D.U.I. vs. D.W.I. debate rages on. Where I grew up, you could get slapped with a "duey", driving under the influence. In other states, it's called driving while intoxicated. Either way, you're pretty screwed.

--B

J.P. Dingus

J.P. Dingus, a captain of industry, drinking a snifter of brandy after crushing unions and small businessmen alike. His favorite stock? Anything on the top shelf and lots of it! This tycoon knows how to live the good life: make money and drink champagne until you puke out the profits!

The original piece in the 2002 show had a scanned image of a stocks page from the financial section of the Times, which I'm unable to locate at this time. Cheers!

--B