Conspicuous Communicators Beware by TOM GOGOLA Phone
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ART Ricardo Mbarak BOOKS Gloria Feldt, Eleni Sikelianos MUSIC Casa Del Sol Benefit, Just Jill BOOG CITY POETRY Tanya Brolaski, Jordan Davis A COMMUNITY NEWSPAPER FROM A GROUP OF ARTISTS AND WRITERS BASED IN AND AROUND NEW YORK CITY’S EAST VILLAGE ISSUE 21 DECEMBER 2004 FREE Conspicuous Communicators Beware BY TOM GOGOLA phone. It’s showtime. “Can you shut the fuck up “Are you going to be talking on the phone seat. “That was my boss on the phone. You e was talking about his new boyfriend’s and stop kicking my seat! This is a public fucking for the whole ride?” can be polite—” pierced septum, about how his new space, not your goddamned living room.” She looks a little afraid. I could imagine her “Why should I be polite when you’re being boyfriend was a teacher in Brooklyn, Yes, I was livid. “Oh, hold on, hold on,” he nipples hardening. I must have been giving the such a rude asshole?” H said to his friend. “You should show me some glare real good. “No,” she stam-mered, and got Sputtering. “Don’t yell at me!” about how surprised he was that a Brooklyn schoolteacher could be gay and have such respect,” he told off the phone, “Fuck you. This conversation is over.” cool piercings. He looked like a young James me. LIRR, last summer. He’s yelling— and went and • Baldwin, and he talked about his demo CD, “You should yelling—into the phone. It’s all sat somewhere It was late and I was napping on the and how fond he was of pierced septums, and shut the fuck up else. ride home. Took the 11:20 p.m. out of New how he was going to try and make it to the and put your nonsense about clubs and parties • Haven, gets to Grand Central around one. party but just didn’t know because of the new shoes on, bitch.” and she this and he that—‘Stop LIRR, last I’m blitzed from deadlines and not enough That ended summer. He’s got sleep. We roll into Bridgeport and a bunch of boyfriend, the gay guy with the pierced septum yelling into the phone!’ He shuts up. and all the other cool piercings, who taught in the exchange, some affected people get on—a Spanish guy, a white guy, Brooklyn. and the phone They actually applauded me on the accent, slick and some kind of Middle-Eastern guy. Pancho He was babbling away on his cellphone, call. train for that one. Mediterranean is first, he’s babbling. Whitey starts in, won’t seated next to me on the Metro-North. • type, maybe shut up. Middle-Eastern guy, he’s chit-chattin‚ “Jesus Christ!” I hissed and glared at him. He She was a Greek, he’s with Zarqawi. “Jesus fucking Christ, this isn’t whispered the rest of the way to New York, teenager in a yelling—yelling— a fucking telephone booth! Hang up the about an hour. pink sweater and her perky young boobs into the phone. It’s all nonsense about clubs and goddamned phones.” My arms are waving • were rather compelling. Her lips glistened with parties and she this and he that—”Stop yelling crazily. The outburst works. The nap continues. He was talking to his friend about a mutual sparkly gloss and her pants were such that the into the phone!” He shuts up. They actually • woman that they knew and he was giggling upper reaches of her asscrack were not left applauded me on the train for that one. Grand Central is a zoo at this hour, the rush about her and kicking the back of my seat to the imagination. She was sitting next to me • hour, everyone is slamming into each other and occasionally. I was reading the paper and and it was a Friday night, and everyone was The Montauk train to New York. He gets I’m working my way across the big room over to trying to ignore him and his ridiculous, affected headed back to the city. “Guess where I am,” on in East Hampton and sits behind me and the subways and there are people everywhere, conversation. He laughed very loudly and his she said. “I’m on the train, to New York. Yeah, immediately he’s on the phone, it’s a loud one, all at once, and I can see her as I make my foot pounded the back of my seat again. I got I got some fake ID! We‚re going to go to this it’s about business and the deal, and she’s not way toward the corridor to the subway. She’s up and leaned over and there he was, Mr. bar he knows about. Yeah. Uh-huh. Bye.” “Hey! a hard enough worker, and yes that project will got her beady little eyes fixated on the phone Smooth, his shoes are off and he’s reclining on Guess where I am?! I’m on the train going to get done—”Excuse me! Can you PLEASE keep and she’s about to put it to her ear and she’s the bench, and his legs are spread open and the city. I got fake ID, we’re going to some it down.” The whispered exchange ensues, not paying any attention to where she’s going bars! Yeah.” then the hang-up. He sticks his head over my he’s positively beatific as he jabbers into the Please see GOGOLA page 5 East Village Beat: The Different Dimensions of Arthur Suydam BY PAULETTE POWELL (594 Broadway, 4th Floor), through January 17. Suydam was cut loose and created Cholly and Flytrap, the futuristic renegade anti-heroes, and, through Continuity rthur Suydam with a twang offers me a drink when I first At six foot one Suydam towers over me, clean cut with an arrive at his sixth street studio. I request a bourbon and All-American smile. It is hard not to be smitten by his heroic good Comics, Mudwogs, the adult fairy tale about the weird world of Asettle for a mint tea. We both laugh at my little joke and looks. I commend his warm voice, making me feel right at home, the animorphs. These were ground-breaking and introduced fine he explains, “I don’t drink, my brain is my tool.” And what a tool. almost Southern, but it’s not at all. Arthur grew up in the blue- art to comic book art and would pave the way for other artists Suydam is a Renaissance man and there is nothing he doesn’t do collar town of Trenton, New Jersey, picking guitar in a family of such as Frank Miller and Allan Moore. Comic books were not extremely well—draw, paint, write, compose and perform music. three boys, a creative mum and a trucker/musician father who for kids anymore. played Hank Williams, Johnny Cash, and I start flipping through Visions, The Art of Arthur Suydam, an art Blue Grass, music that celebrated the working book of his most popular illustrations including Alien, Barbarians, class man. Swamp Thing, Tarzan, Br’er Rabbit and Wind and The Willows. “My Dad was my hero,” said Suydam. I Red Suydam and the Alligators begin to play on the studio boom see his father shining through, as he describes box. It’s a haunting sound reminiscent of yesterday’s Sun Record a horrifying childhood accident that nearly Hillbilly blues. Then I realize my visit with Arthur has transported cost him his life. At five-years-old, Arthur and a me back to when I was a sprite, sneaking through my Uncle few buddies tied firecrackers to a kite and lit it, Donny’s hidden Heavy Metal stash. I become homesick for my the plan backfired and Arthur caught on fire. “I flawed heroes, homesick for the American good guy. remember running and screaming,” he said. “I tried to run inside the house to my mom, but the door was jammed. Finally a neighbor ran to my rescue and put the fire out, but already 80 percent of my body was burned. My parents Stacy Szymaszek were advised by the doctor that it might be Milwaukee better if they would let me die. I remember Sex, Consolation for Misery hearing my father tell that doctor, ‘If you don’t save my son, I WILL KILL YOU.’ He saved me. I spent a year on my back in that hospital.” I I pencil in a Brindisi moustache speculate that event may have given Arthur the and go where one thinks the city ends sending watchwords to the glinted. imagination to fuel a lifetime of creativity. He nods, “Well, something happened.” In the grace of love Arthur (Red) Suydam has spent the past 25 the wretch feels himself a man years living and creating in the East Village. then is feared and despised. His first break came in 1972, working for Joe This is the nth onset of the city. Orlando at D.C. Comics on books such as House of Mystery and House of Secrets. But Secure in intrinsic blocs lovers confirm the genre was kid-oriented and didn’t allow there is hope in having no hope —century, be silent him to cultivate his talent or imagination. Arthur Suydam art I have disguised myself It wasn’t until the American underground within your holographic light. comics movement morphed, with publications After slipping into obscurity for a few years, Cowboy-esque including Zap and Fabulous Furry Freak Brothers, that and as a sculpture in acid rain dissolve into the hush of discrepancy.