What's also interesting to note is that it was Mr. French's COUSIN who came up with the parchment on paper idea. Up until that point, all parchment was made on Sheep skin. I guess sheep owe a lot of gratitude to French, I do too because he had some good blow back around '84 or '85. One night I hung out with Marley on a thing...crazy dude.
Cody, thanks for asking.
I got my inspiration from and old 30s linotype catalog that I picked up when I used to run with Charles Burns and Art Chantry down in Boca Raton around '82 or '83. You should read some Dostoyevski...
When I said you couldn't color separate your way out of a paper bag it was a good insult because paper bags are easy to rip unless you are weak. So I was saying you're a "weak color separator"
Tell me you're not pissed?
You would think I would rise to that but the beta blockers/prozac combo I am on makes me a cool, calm pool of calm coolness.
I would suggest pretending to have been Scott Carson all along as being a good way to get to 100....
This poster is first in a series that is designed to make sure that mother fucking rich boy liar George W. Bush doesn't get elected.
I'm driving to the next person who makes a comments house and beating the shit out of them.
"Metal is ass. Designers suck. Illustrators are dumbfucks. I am the greatest there ever was. Your mother."
What the H-E-double-hockeysticks does THAT have to do with Opeth? How does this poster even come close to representing their sound?
Oh wait... wrong poster. Nevermind.