Back
in one piece from the London Super Comic Convention. Yet again, it
had a great guest list, it was well organised, busy, varied and seven
kinds of delightful, many thanks to George and all the LSCC team for
looking after me. I like LSCC, everyone seems to have a good time,
it's more about the comics and artists instead of TV and Film guests,
and the staff brought me free water. I'm easily pleased really, some
other cons leave me to dehydrate, LSCC kept me watered and I got to
chat to Neal Adams. I was happy.
I
travelled up with John Watson, I'm sure his blog post about the event
will include blatant exaggerations on the poor quality of my driving,
but the fact remains we arrived there safe after only 8 short hours
of solid driving. This was a great opportunity to chat about projects, which we actually did for a while before the task of
navigating central London took over all our energy.
We'd
booked into the Ibis hotel this year, which is right next to the west
entrance of the Excel centre. Unfortunately the Excel centre is 5.3
miles long (That is a fact. Don't check it.) and LSCC was being held
near the east end of the centre. so walking the entire length of it
carrying heavy boxes of prints, art and brochures was life
threateningly difficult. Fortunately due to a personal regime of diet
and exercise I was able to make it. John struggled but I carried the
heavier stuff and jogged ahead of him clearing a path.
After
setting up the table Saturday morning, the legendary artist Neal
Adams came over and introduced himself and had a quick, friendly
chat. I nearly passed out with joy. Neal Adams is an all time great,
just being in the same country as him is pretty exciting, so having
him come over and chat basically made the entire convention
worthwhile. This was within the first ten minutes of getting there.
LSCC is great. I mumbled something to Neal about how awesome he was,
John bailed us out by asking a coherent question about when
Adams worked with Lou Fine at Johnstone and Cushing.
I
was at LSCC this year in an attempt to sell a few prints and to host
a Jack Kirby panel. The panel was on the first day, so I had the
morning to sell prints while John sat sketching and selling art. I'd done a portrait of Jack Kirby in the style of Shephard Fairey's Obama HOPE poster that I thought might look nice framed on the wall of a Kirby fans home. On
the Saturday John did marginally better than me for sales, for every
one of my prints, he sold about 40 sketches. That is to say that in
total on Saturday he sold about 40 sketches, you do the math. It's
possible I need to work on my selling technique.
I did get distracted
looking round, there was a particularly good selection of comic
retailers selling cheap books and I find it very hard to resist buying
old comics when they are cheap, despite the fact I already have a
house full of them and a nasty habit of buying the same issue
repeatedly.
The
panel came round at 14:45, I'd called it "Return of the King"
because Kirby was often called the "King of Comics" and I
wanted to concentrate a bit on the recent upsurge in interest in
Kirby due to the settlement between the Kirby Estate and
Disney/Marvel and all the successful films being made that feature
his characters. Also, I couldn't think of a better name than last
year's "You Don't Know Jack" and a Lord of the Rings
reference was the best I could manage. If you're not familiar with Jack Kirby, visit the Jack Kirby Museum website and you won't be sorry!
It
was originally going to be just me in a smaller room, possibly one of
the cupboards, but when Jonathan Ross, Tim Seeley and Dave Gibbons
agreed to do it too we got bumped up to a large panel room and it was
standing room only. It was actually a really great panel, a really
good chat about the King of comics Jack Kirby by three very
knowledgeable and articulate people and one overweight poet. I
pretended everyone in the audience was there to see me though and so
I had a great time. I expected Tim and Dave to know their stuff, and
they did, but Jonathan Ross really held his own too, if you only
think of him as a chat show host and general trouble causer, then you
should know he has also written successful comicbooks and had some
interesting opinions to contribute to the panel, it was a really,
really good chat, I didn't really have to do a great deal, I just sat
and enjoyed it, and I had a better seat than anyone else.
Dave
Gibbons had a lovely story about why his “grail” Kirby piece is a
story called Space Garbage, you'll have to find a video of the panel
online to find out why.
For the rest of the con people were coming up
to me to say how great it was, and they were right, it was great,
massive thanks to Dave, Tim and Jonathan for providing the quality
content. There's some nice photos of the panel by Van Norris photography posted here.
I also had a great rap about "Jack Kirby" by Ills & DJ Johnny Juice to end the panel, but technical difficulties made it inaudible. You can check it out here though and you should, it's ace.
Saturday
night was good fun, often the best part of comic convention is the
evening, I ended up at the Aloft hotel bar chatting to people about
Kirby and comics, one young man called Billy (not Danny as previously reported, sorry Billy!) had an enthusiasm for
Kirby that very nearly restored my faith in the survival of future
generations. Once we escaped the thumping music of the Aloft hotel
bar, a few of us escaped to a quieter bar to play the “what sketch
would you ask for?” from nominated artists, a game you can only
play with people who really know their comic artists, and Mick, Rich,
Biff, Nigel and Larry held their own despite some very obscure names
being thrown in the pot.
After
a sound night's sleep unhampered by anyone snoring, Sunday at LSCC
was very enjoyable too, the last day is always better as retailers
start to worry they might have to take all those heavy comic boxes
home and begin to lower their prices. I stole a few minutes to pick
up some gifts for my three daughters, it's always nice to take
something home from a con, my only regret for this year at LSCC was
that I didn't really get to chat to many other guests, but as I'm now
a full time poet and artist, I have to take opportunities to make
money where I can get them because I've chosen a career that is 400
years out of date and quite likely to lead to starvation.
Talking
of starvation, all I had to eat on Sunday was half a polo mint and a
Pain au chocolat from the Excel food
court that cost £83 and was the size of a thimble, we did finally
get a Subway at about 8pm when we picked up my daughter on the way
home but by then I was nearly blind from hunger. I must take a packed
lunch next time I do a comic convention.
