After hearing so much about Robert Johnson, the man who sold his soul to the Devil, Charlie Conklin called upon the Devil himself. Struggling for years, playing the afternoons at jazz clubs to empty rooms, Charlie had come to know the silence of the applause all too well. If Robert Johnson could become the greatest guitar player to ever play the blues, he could become the greatest jazz player to ever lay his lips to a trumpet. He asked the Devil, "I'll sell my soul to you, if only I can become a musical legend". So, the Devil made it so, and when Charlie brought the trumpet to his lips, he tried to cry, he tried to yell, he tried to banish the devil back to hell.
But he couldn't say anything. He couldn't play anything.
For he had the head of a pumpkin and was just as orange. He will never be forgotten for just how terribly he worded his wish. If only had he known that the devil imbued in him that miserable day, the ability to play the very best bass.
We've all been told that blind jazz musicians shouldn't go out on halloween and play "lullaby of birdland" out near the old pumpkin patch. The great pumpkin hates the idea of birds having an advanced utopian society and will seek revenge through stealing your face and ruining your credit rating.
Okay, so because I'm trying to do right by the blog (and because I missed last week's) I decided against just posting up a sketch I had done about a month or two ago that was strangely perfect for this topic. Maybe I'll add that to this one. But anyway, I had a cat when I was a kid named Jazz. He was the fattest, most scared cat ever. This is him making his final stand against the evil pumpkin head guy.
Huh...it only took two weeks for half the team to completely poop out on this thing. Well I suppose I'll be the bigger man and not kick you off and verbally harass you in front of people you respect. Instead you will get another week's worth of words and higher expectations...and maybe an undying hatred...maybe.
This weeks words are 1. Jack-o-lantern 2. Jazz
Sound like an episode of cowboy bebop? Hell yes it does. Now go out and sketch or else...
Once a year the best umbrella racers from around the world gather to test their mettle. It was a photo finish this year as number two popped the finish balloon just ahead of the crowd favorite, number 7. Officials are reviewing the race though, it seems that there is controversy over number two juicing.
Manley Parkins was never so happy to see another face. It had been a grueling two weeks on that little keg, in the middle of the ocean. Everyday he liked to count the splinters he had received from his little barrel friend. Until one day he saw not one face, but two. Two beautiful mermaids offered him salvation. They offered him help. They offered him gratuitous sexual relations. And although he had no idea how that worked with mermaids he gladly accepted. It had been two months since his plane went down, a week after he took the pilots job, to fly beer oversees. Two months since he had seen another soul.
It's a real shame as Manley Parkins was a good pilot. It was really a shame that he tasted as good as he did, and in the end, it was a really real shame he never did get... to touch those breasts. Cause that is what he wanted most of all.
Edit: I got rid of the border around the banner. Couldn't get it to center entirely.
Edit Edit. I lied... it is centered. The banner is creating an OPTICAL ILLUSION!
And so it begins. The first weeklong themes have been chosen, so here they are hot outta the fishbowl:
Ideally, your sketch will incorporate both of these words into one facemeltingly brilliant piece of art. So let your mind wander and ponder all the possibilities that these words hold deep in their cores. See you back here next week with finished sketches and the new themes.