Thursday, April 27, 2006

VOICE SCHMOICE


Lately I've been having to do lots of what is known as 'Scratch Vocals'... basically, this means I go down to Disney's voice-recording booth and act out some of the voiceover lines as a temporary 'filler' until we can get the actual cast to cut their tracks.

This has gotten me thinking, as I often have before, about how annoying most actors are about their 'craft'.
Whenever you see posters for animated films coming out these days, they tout the 'celebrity' voices (as if knowing that @#$*!!! Jada Pinkett-Smith-Talentless-Twit is the voice of some zoo animal will increase ticket sales). Movie posters for animated films NEVER used to give the actors 'billing' because, after all - they ONLY provide the voice. The ANIMATORS count for at least 50% (if not more) of the character's acting... so it just makes no sense to put so much emphasis on the VO actors.
And yet now EVERYONE does it. Even beloved PIXAR (the only ones who DIDN'T do it until now) has given Paul Newman and Owen Wilson billing on their ads for "CARS" (which, though it looks cute, I'm significantly less excited by it than I was for'The Incredibles' - one of the best movies ever made).
But I digress... back to busting on actors...

Now, I have a handfull of acquaintances that are VO actors, and I hold them in very high regard and I have NOTHING but respect for their work... the fact is, being an EXCEPTIONAL VO actor can be very difficult... for instance, Mel Blanc (Bugs Bunny and a gazillion others), of course, is the god of that universe... Billy West (lots of characters) is great... Tom Kenny (Spongebob) and Darrin Norris (Cosmo from Fairly Oddparents)... they're all awesome and stand apart.
In fact, if I were any of them, I'd be EXTRA resentful of the Owen Wilsons and Paul Newmans and Ben Stillers and Eddie Murphys and Mike Meyers and Catherine Zeta-Jonses of the world because, let's face it: Blanc, West, Kenny and Norris all do VOICES... all of these other so-called big-shot actors just use their own voice. They don't 'create characters'... they're getting the jobs because some frustrated, starstruck animation executive wants to brush elbows with Hollywood elite.

During the buildup and hype of these films, you inevitably see interviews with the voiceover actors and they go on and on about how difficult it was because there was no set or cast around them (gee... many artists consider their 'imagination' to be their greatest tool... I guess that's not true for these actors, huh?) and how the artists would often copy their brilliant performances by watching them jabber away in the sound booths blah blah blah blah blah... basically they're all trying to make themselves sound like something more than the meat-puppets they really are.
Now, I've done some acting in my day... I took acting in college and did stand-up and improv-comedy when I lived in Detroit... I've also done a handfull of voiceovers for games and cartoons... lemme let you folks in on a little secret:
VOICEOVER ACTING IS ABOUT THE EASIEST FRIGGING THING IN THE UNIVERSE!!! You don't have to look nice, you don't have to wear makeup, you don't have to memorize lines, you can screw up a million times and it doesn't matter, YOU CAN DO IT OVER THE FRIGGING PHONE if you need to!

I did a voice a couple of years ago for "Chalk Zone" and every few months or so I'll get a check from the Screen Actor's Guild. EVERY time the cartoon airs, I get money.
Now, make no mistake, my 'role' was an extremely small part and "Chalk Zone" gets very little airplay... and yet I get money from it. JUST IMAGINE the boatloads of cash any one of these folks get for playing a MAJOR character on a cartoon that airs ALL THE TIME!

I'm telling you, it's easy money.

And, again, let me re-emphasize: I don't begrudge them their success. I resent the 'big names' who make it sound like they're such 'artistes' because they had to yammer away in a microphone using their own voices for a coupla hours.

grumble grumble grumble...

Wednesday, April 26, 2006

LECTURE


Believe it or not, I occasionally get paid to go around and lecture about what a pain the animation industry is.
If this sort of self-stylized masochism is your bag and you intend to be in Eugene, Oregon between May 12-14th, then look me up.
For More details go to www.eugenefilmfest.org

Monday, April 24, 2006

HUGE NEWS!!!


You people are NOT going to believe this! The Red Hot Chilli Peppers have a new ablum out and - get this - it's got a song on it about California!!!
But HERE'S the part that's REALLY gonna blow your mind: It's got a song about how L.A. is all shallow and awful and stuff!
Can you believe it? I just can't fathom how much they've evolved as a band over the last twelve years.
Wow.
Look, fellas, no one hates L.A. more than I do right now, but here's the big difference between you guys and the rest of us doomed souls who live here: YOU'RE MILLIONAIRES! BUY A HOUSE IN VALENCIA OR MADDISSON WISCONSIN AND SHUT UP ALREADY!!!
Yeah, yeah... we GET it... L.A. is full of shallow people and drugs... you must really hate shallow people and drugs to have stayed rock stars for so long.
I used to like RHCP, but they've officially lost me now.
I'm sure they'll be devastated when they hear the news.

Friday, April 21, 2006

IN STORES NOW... HOT MEXICAN LOVE!



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-STUDIO CITY- ComicSmash! - 11824 Ventura Blvd, Studio City, CA 91604 (818) 761-3753


This issue features a strip drawn by me and written by my fiancee Leigh (whom I believe I've mentioned before)... but it's jam packed with lots of other great stuff as well - so your money is wisely spent on this paper treasure!

What's that? You say you DON'T live in Los Angeles? Well, first of all, consider yourself lucky. Secondly, encourage your local comic book shop to contact me via FOUNTAINSPEN@AOL.COM so that they can order a gazillion copies!

Here's another snippet from me'n'Leigh's contribution...

Monday, April 17, 2006

SUPERFAST PAINTING


I had a very prolific weekend for painting... all in all, I think I must've done at least eight paintings. Most of them are pretty smalll - like these (8.5 by 10) and they were done with the intent of being 'loose', but I gotta say I'm pretty thrilled with the effects. They may seem sloppy, but I had a blast making them.

Sunday, April 16, 2006

PROFESIONALISM IS OVERRATED

It's a beautiful Easter Sunday, and I just spent the last 2 hrs sitting on my porch drawing out pages for the new comic-book I hope to premier at either this year or next year's ComiCon (frankly, I have enough repressive deadlines in my life without imposing one on myself - so I'm not sure when I'll be done with it) and I can't remember the last time I've had this much fun drawing.
The animation industry (curse it to hades) has a way of making you hate drawing. I wake up dreading that I'll have to draw.
But after drawing out two panels in my sketchbook, all of that dread has been erased. I'm a happy camper.
And this may be the booze talking (I had a vodka tonic), but "doing it right" is far less enjoyable than "doing it fun".
I just darkened in lines to my sketchy, ultra-rough layouts and I couldn't be more thrilled with them. I wasted no time worrying about whether my characters were "on model" or whether or not the perspective was perfect... I just did it and did it in a way that was fun for ME.
Life's just too short not to enjoy your own creativity. I've spent far too much of my life already worrying about whether or not I was "good" and comparing myself to my peers.
I'm not saying that drawing things in a 'professional' way doesn't have it's place... I wouldn't have a job otherwise (and jops are handy for providing food, shelter and ultra-violent video games) - but if you're making something for your own enjoyment, take this little tip from Uncle John - stop worrying about whether or not you're doing it 'right' and just do it.
That's my little bit of zen enlightenment for today.
Happy Easter, Passover, or just happy-day-off-from-work.

Tuesday, April 11, 2006

WWW.LEIGHHOPE.BLOGSPOT.COM

I'm devoting today's page to letting everyone know that Leigh (my fiancee, collaborator and defender) has a blog now as well.
What you will undoubtedly discover is that her writings are much more entertaining than mine - and her blog will undoubtedly have multiple cute photos of our dog Otto... that, alone, is reason enough to go there.
Plus, I'm sure you can count on many paragraphs about what a jerk I am - which always makes for entertaining reading.
Take it away, hon!

Monday, April 10, 2006

TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES


For reasons I don't fully understand, people have informed me that they've been unable to post comments for the past couple of weeks.
Regardless, I think I've fixed the problem.
Whenever there's a problem like this on my blog, you can be certain that it has a lot to do with the fact that I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing with this stuff.
But, as a reward for your patience, here's a drawing of a hot girl.
Now scroll down and catch up with your snide remarks.

Wednesday, April 05, 2006

START SPREADIN' DI-SEASE!


This is a caricature of me'n'Leigh I drew on the back of the vomit bag during our flight from NY to LA.
Oy and quadruple OY... where do I begin?
Okay, so our trip to Kalamazoo was an absolute delight - everything went great. But once we set down in NY, it was a slow descent into the depths of hell for me'n'Leigh...
I honestly don't know where to begin... I may have Leigh put it into writing since she's better at telling the whole story than I am - but here's a condensed version:
Soon after arriving, the stress of Leigh's job (she was there for a work-related event that she was coordinating... I was tagging along) caused her to get bleforitis (or something) which is basically and INFECTION OF THE EYES causing them both to swell up like an alien egg-sac with pus and gunk.
So she winds up having to go see a doctor and gets put on this complex regiment of antibiotics and eyedrops, etc. etc. etc. Meanwhile, she has to keep working.
About a day later, I start feeling sick yet AGAIN (those of you who follow this blog may recall that this is now my THIRD time being sick in the past 2 months).
Just as her eyes are clearing up, my temperature starts to rise, I have these incredibly painful coughing fits, and I'm soaked with a cold sweat.
Before you know it, my temperature reaches a whopping 103.1... generally one would be hospitalized with a temp this high, but I refused seeing as how I knew that going to the hospital and sitting in a waiting room for ten hours would just make matters worse. Leigh's doctor diagnoses that I basically have a sinus infection that was on the verge of becoming pneumonia.
Leigh, with her network of connections, got me on antibiotics right away, but the fever was slow in breaking and I was delirious and miserable.
As my days of suffering go by, I start to improve slightly each day... then Leigh almost gets mugged by some random attacker in the middle of the day on the streets of NY. Fortunately, Leigh is tough as nails and warded him off heroically (again, I'll save the details for later).
Then SHE starts showing symptoms of the same horrible infections I had.
So by Monday, when we fly home, we're both in utter misery... we get to LA and the airline (YOU SUCK, UNITED!!!!) can't seem to figure out how to open the door to the luggage compartment, so we have to sit and wait in the airport for another hour and a half while they try to figure out the complex mechanics of opening a door. We're both sweating, tired, drugged-up, sniffling, sneezing, hacking and dripping mucas.
After we finally get our stuff, we run out to a cab - relieved to finally be closer to home and anxious to beat rush-hour traffic - and tell the guy to take us to Burbank. He replies "Where is that?" THIS IS AN LAX CAB DRIVER AND HE DOESN'T KNOW WHERE BURBANK IS!!!
So he drives around in circles for about 45 minutes until he finally figures out where the freeway onramp is. He then proceeds to take us (inexplicably) to Hollywood (this was after he had consulted his Thomas Guide and - we thought - figured out how to get to Burbank). We yell at him and direct him through surface roads to get us back home. The cab ride was over $100.
Again, this is a VERY abbreviated account of our trip, but in a nutshell: IT ALL SUCKED!
L.A. CABDRIVERS SUCK! UNITED ARILINES SUCKS! FLU VIRUSES SUCK!