Bobby madness's Blog – December 2012 Archive (3)

We eventually got driven out of the old house.I'll alway's remember the impact that moldy dump had on me though.The silk screened poster's that were everywhere,although corny and hippy dippy in retrospect,at the time seemed like the coolest thing in the universe to me.There were alway's cool psychedelic poster's hanging up on all the wall's.Probably my last discovery before we got evicted was a big washing machine in the hall.It was filled with old book's,by Edgar Rice Burrough's,L Sprague…

The old house in the wood's was a wreck.It was condemned-it was unfit for human habitation.People shook thier head's and went,"Tch-so sad children have to live like that".It was confusing to me-I didn't give a fuck-I was 5.It was actually being used to store old junk in when we moved in.It had racoon's,which I fed cherry tomatoes to so they would leave my room.The collection of comic's upstair's in the attic was enough for me.The copies of The Masses really intrigued me.The art was alot…

I alway's loved printed matter,from the earliest day's I can remember.Probably the first art I saw that I dug was printed.Mass communication,to me,instantly mean's your art is worth a shit.Obviously,I'm wrong,but this is just a core belief I developed somewhere along the way.My aunt,who lived up by Central Park had a book of old MAD magazines,and those were my first memories of comic's.In 1970,my mom moved out to the Catskill's,behind my Grandparent's house,to get away from my dad because he…