Omaha Bodies, Rub the Lamp

The Wayback Machine Is Hollow

Lies Safe and Sound

I'm posting a number of drawings from a booklet I made a few years ago titled The Airwaves Goodbye.  It contains a number of short works that orbit around the production and reception of recorded music. Those themes are the veneer, anyway. It is probably more accurate to say they're surrogates for reflecting on the differences between having one's head in the studio and having it elsewhere, out in the open. If that's too abstract, I'm happy to consider these as a collection of poems for roadies, and sound engineers. Rock and Roll's support staff need poems just like everyone else.

Thick Skin for Thin Crowds