rogerawilbanks
I'm a writer and artist from Dallas, TX. I love baseball, comics and hockey. I like drinking beer (Shiner Bock) and writing stories that range from a day in the life to the ones that cause your head to bleed.
  • Real Name
    Roger A Wilbanks
  • Age
    45
  • Gender
    Male
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not yet, but thanks for the kind words.
This page
This page is my favorite.
Acknowledgements
I would like to thank the Drive By Truckers for writing the song 'Cottonseed' as it was a tremendous inspiration. Also the makers of the movie "The Phenix City Story" for being chronologically close to the time frame and location I was looking for for this story. I was really able to get an idea of what Alabama looked like way back then through your film.
Thanks!
Thanks Mo. I was relying heavilly on the same artwork that influenced those Japanese comics. I tried HARD to avoid an anime look for this and rather wanted to take the art that inspired Anime and run it through my filter.
This was easily the most difficult project I have done. I finished it at 11:44am with 15 minutes to spare.
Thanks Leandro. Brick was a throwaway character (They all were essentially) but I actually felt regret killing him. I think I may revisit this as a NON-24-hour comic world and see if I can get a decent story out of some of these guys.
well...were he a baker, he would have made a cake...a singer, a song.
Thanks for the kind words, guys.
I was really trying to just get the most important lines down and leave out the rest. I was really worried about putting in TOO much detail, as that would have just lumped more time on the clock.
Regarding anatomy...I suggest 2 things. Find and read Burne Hogarth's book Dynamic Figure Drawing. After you have read that about a dozen or so times get out and practice. It has taken me a long time to get to where I am now...and most of that time has been spent in practice.
Good Job
I like what you have here. Did you get more than three pages done? If so, I would love to see the rest.
Good Job
Congrats on finishing. I enjoyed your comic.
Thanks
Awards
No idea how I missed out on any nomination here. Though I have to say the competition was stiff.
I never intended this to be an indictment of Islam. The possibility of it being construed as such was pointed out to me by a random reader a while back in a bar. I responded abruptly then, but after reflection I have softened my view. I still maintain absolutely no religious implications with this piece. I intended it as a point of view from the afterlife of a not so innocent bystander, a person we would normally bypass in our thoughts. A homeless person. I compounded his ignomy with the fact that he fought in the first Gulf War pre 9/11. That was one of the many excuses given by the people who did this heinous act. So from their perspective, Joey was the perfect foil, and got what he justly deserved. Joey never saw it that way though and that was why I told this story. His voice spoke to me for literally months before I finally put this down on paper and walked away from it.
I am thinking of doing a story of one of the bombers, but that idea still hasn't gelled.
I have a vauge idea of how it will play but I'm waiting for the guy to gain his voice first.
Thank you. This was just one of those stories that you get every once in a while that really helps take comics away from super heroes and brings it back to a story-telling medium. Glad you liked it.
OK. This chapter is a bit of a reach....even for me. Here is what you need to know in advance.
The actual song being listened to is Vesti La Giubba. It is an aria from the opera Paggliaci by Ruggero Leoncavallo.
This song was one of the first "HIT" records.
This is a Youtube link of the actual record being played. (You will note there is a marked difference between MY version of the physical record and the actual one. There is a reason for this that will be made clear down the line a bit, but it isn't important now)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_M6DcqRjfCI&feature=related

In case you do not speak Italian, here is a translation of the lyrics.
ENGLISH TRANSLATION
Go on stage, while I'm nearly delirious?
I don't know what I'm saying or what I'm doing!
And yet, chin up! I'll try harder. Bah, you think you're a man?
You're just a clown! On with the show, man,
And put on your white-face.
The people pay you and you must make them laugh.
And if Harlequin should steal your Columbine, laugh,
You're Pagliaccio, and the world will clap for you!
Turn into banter all your pain and sorrow,
And with your clowns' face hide grief and distress...
Laugh loud, Pagliaccio, forget all of your troubles,
Laugh off the pain that so empoisons your heart.

This is not an exact translation as far as I know...but it's close enough for what I wanted to do here.

Now...what was I trying to do here?
Well, the answer is a couple of things. I wanted to illustrate a song, first and foremost. That isn't an easy task.
I am telling three stories with this chapter. You get the fun task of figuring out what those stories are. One is clear, the other two will be made clear over time. But rest assured...soon you will be coming back to this chapter and saying "OH! THAT'S what he was getting at with that panel."
Interesting Fact: This bench exists in real life. It was dedicated to the memory of Lorenzo Antonini who died in 1960? after dedicating 40 years of service to the San Francisco Parks Department. I fudged the dates to fit the story, but this story is more or less based on something that actually exists. If you ever visit SF...take a walk through Golden Gate Park. When you get to a spot that is the most beautiful you have ever seen (not far from the Japanese Gardens) look for this bench and when you find it, tell Lorenzo I said "Hello" please.
They'll never be able to say he didn't put up a good fight. :)
Ah Juliet...how easy thou wert.