Thursday, 9 am. I get into the office and my friend Agus sends a link. He’s playing and live streaming a club gig in Tokyo. I open the link and catch the last few minutes of distorted sound and a bouncy, pixelated crowd. Every time there’s a sound that evoques the memory of a bass drum, the image goes out of focus. The in-and-out-of-focus video has a clear and hypnotic rhythm. Somewhere across the globe people are living a moment of overstimulated joy. The office is cold. Who controls the thermostat is one of the biggest mysteries in the transnational corporate world.
Two weekends ago I tabled at MoCCA with the ever charming Sarah Glidden (neighboring to us, the new-to-me charming Grant Shaffer).
A maybe 10 year old kid walked up to my table and took a long time to silently consider each and every cover of my comics. After some time, he told me I have a “very unique style” and walked away as I was trying to thank him.
The true Fran López completist might notice there’s a new comic in that table. I managed to finish it just in time to get it printed for the event. Later this week I’ll share more details about it, put it up in the store and try my best to get you to read it.