I was thinking about what passes for literature and writing the other day. I think about it everyday since I stopped being very productive in the writing arena. I think about how we group and separate different types of writing based on whether or not it is literature or non-fiction or poetry. In the end, it is all a manipulation of words. Writing is writing.
Each day I try to do a little reading and a little sewing. During my sewing time I listen to music. Over the last few years I have let Michael be the DJ. I listen to what he listens to because it is easier. I love some of his music, he has taken over some of mine, and there is music we both agree on. There is something wonderful about being home alone and listening to music and moving around in my own time. I'm not sure why I stopped doing that. Yesterday I was listening to Ryan Adams (which I get picked on for listening to) and heard his version of Oasis's "Wonderwall" written by Noel Gallagher. I owned the Oasis recording, but never really understood or felt the song until Ryan Adams sang it. It makes my heart clench, sometimes, I cry.
Wonderwall
Today is gonna be the day that they're gonna throw it back to you
By now you should've somehow realized what you gotta do
I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do
About you now
Backbeat the word is on the street that the fire in your heart is out
I'm sure you've heard it all before but you never really had a doubt
I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do
About you now
And all the roads we have to walk are winding
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that I would like to say to you
But I don't know how
Because maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me
And after all
You're my wonderwall
Today was gonna be the day but they'll never throw it back to you
By now you should've somehow realized what you're not to do
I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do
About you now
And all the roads that lead you there were winding
And all the lights that light the way are blinding
There are many things that I would like to say to you
But I don't know how
I said maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me
And after all
You're my wonderwall
I said maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me
And after all
You're my wonderwall
I said maybe
You're gonna be the one that saves me
You're gonna be the one that saves me
You're gonna be the one that saves me
The Oasis Version:
John Says:
Sprung from the underground comic movement in the 1960s and
1970s, American Splendor was pretty much unlike anything else in its time. I
mean here was straight autobiography, about a file clerk of all things, trying
to squeeze onto comic book store space with the Batman and Superman comics.
Suffice it say American Splendor wasn’t a best-selling comic and Pekar
ultimately ended up retiring from his job. But it did garner quite the cult
following, enough that in 2003 a film version of American Splendor was released
starring Paul Giamatti as Harvey Pekar. The film even featured Harvey in it as
himself.
The Oasis Version:
The Ryan Adams Version:
John Says:
I miss Harvey Pekar. Harvey died in 2010 but sometimes I sit
back and think about how much the world sucks without Harvey Pekar in it. I’ve
been accused of wearing my influences on my sleeve. Editors and other writers like to tag me a lot with the Bukowski, Fante, Kerouac, Ginsberg thing,
but if I’ve been influenced more than any of them it's been by the work of Harvey Pekar.
The man’s ability to make art out of the mundane has fascinated me from the
very first moment that I opened up my first collected edition of American
Splendor. Pekar’s work still fascinates me when I come across it today. Also…the
man gave me the writing of Italo Svevo.
For those who don’t know Harvey Pekar he was an underground
comic book writer best known for his autobiographical comic American Splendor,
which began in 1976 and ran until around 2008. American Splendor’s primary
source material was Harvey and his life as a file clerk at Cleveland’s Veteran’s
Administration Hospital.
Though not a graphic artist, what Harvey Pekar did was to
draw American Splendor using stick figures and most importantly, dialog bubbles
to get down his words. These crude drawings were then turned into comic book art
by the many collaborators he’s worked with over the years. Some illustrators of
note who worked on American Splendor are: Robert Crumb, Joe Sacco, Gary Dumm,
Frank Stack, and Dean Haspiel.
The American Splendors have been collected into several
comic editions. Aside from them Harvey Pekar published a number of graphic
novels including: Our Cancer Year (done in collaboration with his wife, Joyce
Brabner), American Splendor: Our Movie Year, The Quitter, Ego & Hubris,
Students for a Democratic Society: A Graphic History, The Beats, and Studs
Terkel’s Working: A Graphic Adaptation.
Harvey was also a pretty keen jazz music critic
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