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  1. 3d ago

    DMA #57: The Calligrapher and the Princess

    This is a free preview of a paid episode. To hear more, visit www.newyorkcartoons.com Wednesday, midday… Brian Biggs is alone in his Philadelphia studio, an old garage he describes as a hermit cave, holding his phone in one hand and a pen in the other. I’m at my drawing board doing the same. For the next hour, 90 people watched 2 grown men show each other their doodles. If you missed it live, the replay is above. What follows is what you missed, with links to everything we held up to the camera. Brian has made more than 80 books. The Everything Goes series, Tinyville Town, the New York Times-bestselling Frank Einstein books with Jon Scieszka. So naturally, when he started his Substack, the imposter syndrome turned up anyway. “I had to give myself a break,” he said, “and get past my oh-no ego and just let it happen.” “All I want to do, man, is just draw. I just want to draw. When I was a kid, I got in trouble for drawing and telling stories… and I have to remember that I’m 58 and that’s what I do every day now. The turn came on an exercise bike in his basement, listening to Giuseppe Castellano’s podcast episode with myself and Adam Ming, where Adam Ming said to stop treating Substack as the road to being published and start treating it as being published. “It just was one of those ding moments,” Brian said. He got off the bike and got to work. The work is The Walk, and the story behind it is every author’s recurring nightmare. In 2019, Brian published a picture book with Penguin called The Space Walk: an astronaut, alone in space, who just wants to go outside. It came out, in his words, “to the great yawn of indifference of children’s publishing”, and was out of print within a couple of years. But out of print means the rights come home. So Brian is now turning that orphaned story into a full graphic novel, and serialising every step of it on his Substack: thumbnails, wrong turns, existential wobbles, all of it. “Every stupid thought I’m having about this is going onto my Substack,” he said. The story is already mutinying. “The story has decided it wants to be something bigger than I think I want it to be,” he told me, having informed his wife that morning it might be three 200-page volumes. “I’m 58 years old, man. Do I have a 600-page graphic novel in front of me?” The logic, though, is sound: last time, the book arrived to silence. This time, “at least it’s going to be a thing that there’s an audience built in already following it. And they care about it.” Every page will be hand-lettered, incidentally, because Brian letters the way you’d read it aloud, and he’d rather do that than make a font. He’s seen his hand-lettering redrawn by translators into Hebrew and Chinese, stroke by stroke. “I would love to meet those people one day,” he said, “but I’m afraid they would punch me in the face.” Somewhere in the middle of all this I made him explain the line in his bio about being calligrapher to a princess, and I’m pleased to report it’s all true. Junior year at Parsons, 1988, studying in Paris, he answered a job-board ad to address envelopes for a man in a cravat who threw parties for people like the Rothschilds. Which is how a kid from Texas, whose calligraphy career began with a drugstore Speedball set and the Renaissance Fairs of early-80s Houston, ended up hand-lettering the guest book for Princess Ghislaine de Polignac, whose family had been friends with Marie Antoinette, and who hosted Ronald and Nancy Reagan a few weeks later. Brian was escorted out as the Reagans arrived. He did the work at his apartment drawing table, Enya on the stereo (not sure which album…), his roommate’s Akira comics all over the futon. A year or 2 later, he was waiting tables at a Bennigan’s, telling anyone who’d listen: “I was a calligrapher for a princess for a month.” S**t Brushes and Other Filing Systems Then I flipped the camera, and we got into the pens, as is my tradition. Highlights of the show-and-tell: his Kuretake brush pens, my Hunt 101, the ink bottle I suction-cup to train tables, and his filing system of labelled coffee cans reading “new brushes”, “good brushes” and (after asking the stream’s permission to swear) “s**t brushes”. He keeps a box labelled “used but might be useful on a rainy day”. He made it in 1994. It’s bloody full.

    DMA #57: The Calligrapher and the Princess
  2. Sep 12

    DMA#56: The Patron Saint of the Scary Email with Carly Valancy

    This is a free preview of a paid episode. To hear more, visit www.newyorkcartoons.com Carly Valancy beamed in from Valencia, Spain. Some of you will remember Carly. She interviewed me on her Substack, A Good Omen, a while back. This week I got to return fire. Four years ago, Carly reached out to the writer Alex Dobrenko`. When she interviewed him, she asked who she should talk to next. He said me. She sent me one email. I said yes. Then I sent her one email (”I know how busy you are, but...”), and she said yes. Somewhere since then, I also filled out the intake form for her next Reach Out Party cohort, which means I am now both her interviewer and her student, a conflict of interest I intend to exploit fully. She told me my ask landed as a gift, not an imposition: “I ran outside and told my husband. You know what’s so cool? The chain of events that can happen from one email or DM.” That’s her entire body of work in a sentence. One email. Everything else is scaffolding. Carly is a former actor. Broadway community, Hell’s Kitchen, 44th Street, the whole catastrophe. At about 25, stuck in a coffee shop job she hated and hunting for an agent, she did the thing that would become her life’s work without knowing it: she reached out to 1 stranger a day for 100 days. It worked, in the boring, verifiable way these things sometimes do. She found an agent she’s still friends with. She booked a national tour. And around day 82, she finally mentioned the whole scheme to her acting coach, who was appalled. Not by the project. By the secrecy. “You have to tell people you’re doing this!” Then: “When you get to day 100, you should throw a party at the studio. I’ll host it. You can call it Carly Valancy’s Reach Out Party.” She ran the 100 days again at 30, and the second lap taught her the lesson hiding inside the first: “There was so much more beauty in the process, in who I became in it and how I found my voice. A lot of people treat networking as a means to an end. It’s something you do when you need something. Instead, think about it as a process of becoming.” Carly has a phrase I’ve been carrying around like a lucky coin: increasing your surface area for luck. More reach-outs, more rooms, more chances for the universe to trip over you. Lately she’s refined it into something even better: “placing yourself in the current of serendipity”… I asked her to define a good omen, given she’s named an entire publication after one. She gave me a visual instead: “I’m going to give you a lava lamp. It’s constantly moving, and there’s some kind of glow about it where you’re just like, what is that thing? It’s got texture, and it’s alive.” Then she gave me a better one, borrowed from the theatre director Anne Bogart, whom she cold-emailed (of course she did) with the same question:

    DMA#56: The Patron Saint of the Scary Email with Carly Valancy
  3. Sep 3

    #66: ⁠IP Theft Is Huge in the Moth Community

    Subscribe, rate, and please leave us a funny ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ review wherever you listen to podcasts. Welcome back for another episode of Is There Something In This? Outside, seaplanes kept coming down the East River like they’d been thrown, and every twenty minutes Scott and I stopped mid-sentence to watch one not crash. One aborted, came around, and hit the water hard enough that we both made the noise. Nobody plans these segments. I’m back from Columbus, where actual listeners turned up and forced us to describe our audience out loud. Here’s what we landed on: you’re pretentious, but you’re dumb enough to know you shouldn’t be. You want Barry Blitt on trade deficits, but you also want to know if the mouse has a really big dick. You are, in other words, exactly like us. (btw here’s a thing: I’m now live-drawing the ideas as we go, so the video version on Substack and YouTube is where you can watch me ruin a perfectly good joke in real time.) Then we did the jokes. A jester’s head in the guillotine bucket, and the salesman who pitched the guillotine to the king as a workflow disruption. A MoMA guard with a new sign about muttering AI slop near the Van Gogh. A snowman in couples counselling, his wife a bucket of water: “I just think this summer has changed her.” A moth has an idea, and every moth for miles descends on it… Somewhere in there, we stopped writing jokes and got onto the Flock cameras, the licence-plate network that lets cops look up their exes without a subpoena. Also: the balls on the Big Merino, a pigeon with a hustle, a Borg water tower in Greenpoint, and a Gallagher courtroom gag from which Scott has formally removed his name. Because why not? Our new book, You’re Not a Real Parent Until..., is out on October 13th and available for pre-order now wherever you buy books. It has, I’m reliably informed, already reached one bookshelf in Moscow. By the way, if you want to binge all of our previous episodes in an endless playlist like it’s some kind of Netflix Drama that just got nominated for an Emmy®, you can find our entire backlog right here. Send us your cartoon idea suggestions! We can’t guarantee we will read every one on the show, but we will read all messages we get here. Subscribe now ▶ Be sure to send in your suggestions via Instagram @newyorkcartoons or yourenotarealemail@gmail.com. Cheers! ▶ Buy our new book at: www.realdogowner.com ▶ Check out our Facebook page at: www.facebook.com/ITSITpodcast ‘til next time!Your pal, PS. Look, if this actually did something for your brain (or at least distracted you from the creeping dread of your own inbox for six minutes), please consider restacking this and sharing it with your people. It’s the only way the word spreads. Copyright Disclaimers: We’re inviting you into our living room; don’t walk out with our lamp. Please refrain from selling our jokes. All original content is © Copyright 2024 Jason Chatfield & Scott Dooley for “Is There Something In This?” All rights reserved. We welcome you to download and play the podcast and share it with others for personal use; please acknowledge “Is There Something in This?” Podcast as the source of the material. You may not, except with our express written permission, distribute or commercially exploit the content. On the topic: This podcast may include images that are used under the Fair Use doctrine of the U.S. Copyright Act (17 U.S.C. § 107). These images are utilised for purposes such as commentary, criticism, news reporting, education, and research. Fair Use allows for the limited use of copyrighted material without requiring permission from the rights holder, provided the use does not infringe upon the market value of the original work. We do not claim ownership of any third-party images used in this podcast. All rights remain with their respective copyright holders. If you believe your copyrighted work has been used in a way that does not fall within Fair Use, please contact us, and we will address any concerns promptly. This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit www.newyorkcartoons.com/subscribe

  4. Aug 14

    DMA#55: Paid to be in trouble with Avi Steinberg

    About twelve years ago, a teacher hired me to draw a caricature of her colleague as a gift. The colleague, she mentioned, was a New Yorker cartoonist. I said yes immediately, then realised I had no idea what the man looked like. That’s the whole profession, basically. You know the work, you know the signature, you’ve never seen the face. “It’s the perfect crime,” Avi Steinberg said this week, a decade after drawing him without his knowledge. “You can be famous on paper and still walk around without anyone bothering you.” Avi kept the caricature. I look at it and see only the mistakes, but he tells me it’s a treasured possession. I’m deciding to believe him. Ten years, Ten a week. Avi started submitting to The New Yorker straight out of high school and sold nothing for roughly a decade. I asked whether he hit year seven and wondered if he should pack it in. “I don’t wait till year seven to feel like that…” The turn came when he worked out what the cartoonists he admired were actually doing. “The greats, they drew a batch of ten cartoons every week. And when I really learned that, my heart sank.” So he gave himself a year of ten a week. No more emotional rollercoaster. At the end of it, he could either do this properly or quit. He teaches kindergarten in New York City, which is where he gets his best material on artistic confidence. “My students are the best artists in the world. No one told them how not to draw something.” I told him about being fifteen, getting detention for a savage caricature of my history teacher, then having that same teacher sidle up to my desk during detention and offer me twenty dollars to do a mean one of the retiring school gardener. Avi diagnosed the whole career in one line: being a cartoonist is the balance of being in detention and getting twenty dollars. Paid to be in trouble. Still true at forty-two. Then Tom Toro , our official ‘Ryan Seacrest of Comic-Con’ gossip elbowed his way in to the stream Tom appeared halfway through, still wearing his San Diego Comic-Con lanyard, having got home at half one that morning. He would like to be appointed my official Comic-Con Correspondent. Granted, obviously. His collection And To Think This Started As A Book Club was up for an Eisner. Then the winners leaked. Comic-Con briefly posted the results on their own website, somebody screenshotted it, and Reddit did the rest. “Not since the Will Smith slap of Chris Rock has there been such a scandal at an award show.” Tom resisted. Tom failed. He looked the night before, reasoning he would enjoy the dinner more if he knew, and found he had lost to Tom Gauld, “who has the flawless first name of Tom.” He was there with his son and struck a deal: every second book sale converted directly into Pokémon cards. “I basically started asking for payment in Pokémon cards, because that’s what it would be anyway.” Tom is also up for Gag Cartoonist of the Year at the Reubens, after a Thurber finalist nod and the Eisner. He is hoping to lose all three. “I think it’ll be funnier to go 0 for 3 than 1 for 3.” Rule of threes. The man is committed to the bit. Avi’s new book contains an alien character he invented at twelve, posted to the newspaper syndicates, and had rejected. He kept the file for thirty years. “Nothing is ever totally gone. It was very nice to see that the work I did as a twelve-year-old wasn’t a waste.” He is also banking the small milestones as they arrive: the cover, the proofs, the first box of copies. “However the book sells, whatever the reception is, those things are yours.” Tom’s verdict on his friend, delivered with real affection: “Avi is like the Aristotle of gag cartoons. Your stick figures coping with the horror of existence is one of my favourite things.” Avi: “My biography.” Watch the replay, then buy the books. The full episode is up now. There is live drawing in the back half, and Tom talked his way out of it by claiming he cannot sketch, which I am choosing not to believe. Avi Steinberg, The Jumble is out 3 November and available to pre-order wherever you buy books. Pre-orders genuinely matter: they all tick over on release day and become the number the publisher looks at. Tom Toro, And To Think This Started As A Book Club, his Eisner-nominated collection, is out now. His children’s book Between the Balloons lands at Thanksgiving and is also up for pre-order. Buy them from bookshop.org, from your local, from all of it. As Avi put it: buy one from each place, just to spread it around. ‘til next time!Your pal, PS. I am up for a Reuben this year in book illustration division for You’re Not a Real Dog Owner Until, drawn with Scott Dooley, alongside two books I own and rate more highly than my own. Morris remains unimpressed, and has been on the drafting table chair since Tuesday. PPS. Look, if this actually did something for your brain (or at least distracted you from the creeping dread of your own inbox for six minutes), please consider restacking this and sharing it with your people. It’s the only way the word spreads. This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit www.newyorkcartoons.com/subscribe

  5. Jul 30

    DMA#54: The Kindest Cut with Josh Gondelman

    I said at the top of this episode that I didn’t want to call Josh Gondelman a comedian, because the word does about a third of the required work. Here is the CV, and I have since checked it against his actual bio rather than my memory, which is a courtesy I extend to guests and to no one else. Five years at Last Week Tonight with John Oliver, first as web producer and then as staff writer, where he collected four Emmy Awards, two Peabody Awards and three WGA Awards. Head writer and executive producer on Desus & Mero at Showtime. A contributor to the final season of The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel. Two stand-up specials: People Pleaser (2022) and Positive Reinforcement (2025). A book of essays, Nice Try: Stories of Best Intentions and Mixed Results. Co-creator of the parody Twitter account @SeinfeldToday. A regular panellist on NPR’s Wait Wait... Don’t Tell Me! We first met about ten years ago at Union Hall, doing Picture This, the show where cartoonists draw live while comedians perform and everyone pretends this is a normal way to spend an evening. I have two deeply unemployable skills: cartoonist and comedian. My parents are thrilled. Picture This is the only place on earth where both of them are load-bearing at once. Josh’s read on it was better than mine: “You’re watching something that’s never happened before and will never happen again. Everybody is kind of on edge seeing how the artists will interpret the comedy and how the comedians will react to the art. It’s perfect.” We also remembered a show where the comic on stage was working a long stretch about diarrhoea, and I, being a professional, had no choice but to render it. Gratuitously. Backstage was a convivial disgrace. We were crying. That’s the whole show, really. Backstage is better than the stage. (Don’t tell the box office.) The Overnight Success That Took 9 Years I confessed that I had followed @SeinfeldToday for years without ever once registering that Josh was behind it. He co-created it with Jack Moore in late 2012: log lines for Seinfeld episodes, were they to exist in the present day, and present day was 2012 into 2013… which is now a period piece. The numbers are f*****g absurd: “By, I would say, 48 hours later, it had like 100,000 followers... Never had anything like that happen to me before or since. It was like as close as I had to being Hawk Tuah.” The Sunday night the account was formed, Josh had dinner with a friend who worked as a manager. She told him, gently, that she loved working with him and would keep helping him out, but that her boss was after clients with a slightly higher profile. Two days later, the boss wanted a meeting. And to sign him! “I’ve never seen something turn on a dime like that in my life before.” He had samples. He’d been doing stand-up for years. But he didn’t have the bulletproof script sitting in a drawer waiting for the world to finally notice him. He had drafts that were “all kind of a little rough.” So the lightning struck, and he spent the next year converting it into late-night writing applications, one at a time, like a man turning a lottery win into a mortgage. The heat arrives whether or not you’re ready. It doesn’t wait while you tidy up. The Taste of a 57-Year-Old Father of Three Nice Try is a collection of essays, and I have described it, to Josh’s face and now to you, as being like “A Kind David Sedaris.” He took the compliment the way he takes everything, which is to say he immediately turned it into an admission of ongoing inadequacy: “We moved into a new apartment last week and I was just shelving my books and I saw my old copies of Naked... I haven’t looked at it in years, but it was like, I’m chasing that still as a prose writer.” Same. The personal essay has a king, and we are both loitering outside the palace. There’s a bit in the book about a childhood library trip and discovering R.L. Stine, and a line about having the taste of a 57-year-old father of three. “Books were kind of the place where I could have more adult taste. My parents were a little more protective with movies and TV and even violent video games. But with books, it was kind of whatever I could get my hands on.” Which is how a child ends up with real, considered positions on prime John Grisham. The Rainmaker. The Client. The Firm. He said “prime Grisham” the way other men say “prime Coltrane.” That truly is 57-year-old-father-of-three behaviour. Writing in Someone Else’s Mouth Here’s the thing about Josh’s writing that I’ve never been able to get past. Him on stage is him on the page. The voice is identical, and it’s completely unique, and yet he spent five years writing in an acerbic British one, and got four Emmys for it. How? Below: how you make an atrocity funny without becoming a ghoul, the word Gary Gulman put in my head that I can’t get out, the pumpkin quiche incident, and why the meanest guy in the room in 2007 was never the one to copy. “In a good writer’s room, the best writer’s rooms, I think, have real diversity of perspective. And so even when the host is filtering it through how they think and talk and see things, you are bringing what your interests and ideas are when you can get it through the lens of what they do.” Part of what the host wants, he said, is breadth. He pointed to a Last Week Tonight piece made after his time there, on Black hair care and health, led by Ali Barthwell: “That’s really cool that John has the range to go, I’m going to figure out how to talk about this thing that is compelling to me even though it is not of my personal experience. And then I want someone like Ali who can go, I can speak to this from personal experience and I can make it sound right coming out of John.” So it isn’t impressionism. It’s not doing the accent in your head. You learn the show’s keystone phrases and structures and referential touchstones, and then: “How can I expand this palette in directions, like in vectors, that are fun and specific to me as well?” Which means that all those weird esoteric tangents, the ones that feel like they’ve been beamed in from a stranger’s dream? Those are somebody’s fingerprints, and if you know the room, you can dust for them. “Oh, this is about an angry penguin with a whimsical name. And you’re like, well, that’s a Jill Twiss specialty for sure.” He also recalled an extremely elaborate bit, requiring numerous graphic mock-ups, concerning an ornate sex party at Wes Anderson’s house. Unmistakably Will Tracy, who went on to write The Menu and Bugonia and worked on Succession for its entire run. Now that I think about it, I’d always been able to spot Asher Perlman on Colbert the same way. There’s a full stop that arrives, and you go: ah. There he is. Getting Your Fingernails Underneath I asked him the question I actually wanted answered. At Last Week Tonight, he had to take genuinely bleak news and other material and make it funny. Not funny instead of serious. Funny as the delivery mechanism for serious. “I think that layer kind of lets you take a couple of harder swings.” You don’t always mock the tragedy. You mock the discourse around the tragedy. But, he said, it doesn’t always have to be removed levels of commentary. Sometimes the material walks right up and hands you itself: “Then you see the CEO of the company that did the polluting going, look, you gotta dump sludge somewhere. And you’re like, okay, that we can make fun of. We can make fun of this a*****e.” Then the second part, which is the best description of comedy writing I’ve heard in a long time: “Look for the little things where you can get your fingernails underneath and go, oh, I can claw something up here that’s fun and funny, and not just a wry good point.” Because a very good point that only elicits ‘clapter’ is, as he put it, its own thing. Fine. Applause is not laughter and laughter is not agreement. “There’s an idea that you can really sink into someone’s subconscious, that they walk away and they’re actually thinking about it going, holy s**t.” … “The efforts of these shows are not mostly to change the world. It’s to make things intelligible.” Not to fix it. To give you the vocabulary and the narrative at your fingertips for a thing you’d half-heard and had a feeling about and couldn’t articulate. Give them the utility. Give them the words. It’s the same job as a political cartoon, incidentally. You are not passing legislation. You are handing someone a shape for the thing they already felt. Oliphant knew that. He never wrote for the awards. He wrote for himself, and the rest of us borrowed the shape. It’s Pronounced ‘Quiche’ Which brings us to the vocabulary people. Gary Gulman is, to my mind and Josh’s, a master linguist operating under cover of stand-up, and the thing Josh loves about him is the exact opposite of what you’d expect from a man with a large vocabulary: “He didn’t invent a new word. He did not put words together in a way they’d never been put together before. But he just cut through. Just the emphasis and specificity and structure of, I’m going to use the same words twice in the opposite order. And it gets a huge laugh. To me, that’s like watching surgery.” I told him I’d watched Grandiloquent thinking the same thing: this is neurosurgery. Fastidious to the point of being slightly frightening. It is not about being baroque or ornate with the construction. It’s the opposite. It’s distillation. Gary taught me a word recently that I cannot shake. He and Myq Kaplan were doing their thing over lunch, the two of them together, and Gary described the practice of shepherding your sentences. He’d picked it up as a legal term. It means carefully guiding, organising, and directing the flow of your writing so it leads the reader exactly where you want them to go. And here is where I should

  6. Jun 29

    DMA#53: "Don't Call It a Recap" with Austin Kleon

    Over Austin Kleon’s shoulder, the whole time we talked, Lynda Barry watched us. Not the actual Lynda Barry; an original manuscript page from Cruddy, hanging on his studio wall next to an outtake from Making Comics. He calls them his Guardian Spirits, and the plan is to keep adding to them until he’s got a full pantheon of demigods looming over his desk. I understand the impulse completely. I’ve got a drawing of Larry David in my studio that Luke Watson painted for me, and he glares at me every day with an expression that says, “Is that really the version you’re gonna go with? Aeeeeh, it’s prettaaay pretty good.” This was Austin’s second time on Draw Me Anything, and I’d be lying if I said we covered the book in an orderly fashion. We started with 63 people in the chat and ended with 350, which means roughly 287 people wandered in midstream to find two middle-aged cartoonists arguing about whether Hook is secretly a midlife-crisis film. It is. More on this later. It gets worse. (Bangarang!) Don’t Call It a Book Tour The new book is called Don’t Call It Art, and Austin, a man committed to the bit, named the promotional run for it the Don’t Call It a Book Tour. Previous books got 25-city tours. This one got three cities: Austin, Nashville and Cleveland, which he described as “kind of like a straight shot to Cleveland type tour.” If you enjoy my work and would like to support, please upgrade to become a paid subscriber (only $1 per week) He slept in five beds in six days. “This is a young person’s game,” he said, and every comedian who’s ever done the road nodded so hard the vertebrae in their necks audibly clicked. The week after a launch, he told me, all the things that keep you alive as a creative person, the sleep, the walks, the daily ritual, go straight out the window. The man who wrote the book on sustainable creative practice blew himself out promoting a book about sustainable creative practice. “I wish the books worked on me better,” he said, which might be the most honest thing anyone has ever said on this series. Nobody Knows Anything, Confidently We got into the publishing industry, which Austin summarised via William Golding’s old line that nobody knows anything: true of Hollywood, true of books. Nobody in publishing knows what sells books, he said, “but they’ll say something confidently to you about it.” Everyone’s chasing BookTok, which is lightning in a bottle, on purpose, which is not how lightning or bottles work. The only thing that actually sells a book, he said, quoting Ann Patchett, is one person holding it up and saying I love this. Word of mouth. That’s it. That’s the whole machine. And then he reached for Charles Portis, because of course he did. There’s a line in Gringos about two men who “had known the despair of selling things that people didn’t want,” and Austin pointed out that this is the entire creative life. Nobody is asking for another book. Nobody asked for another cartoon. Nobody wanted a live-action Moana. You make the thing anyway, and then you present it, over and over, like Marshawn Lynch running through a man’s chest. Austin apparently plays the Beast Mode clip to himself on a loop when the self-promotion shame creeps in. If you run through somebody’s face, over and over and over and over and over …. eventually they can’t take it any more. This is also, coincidentally, my approach to open mics. The shame is real, though. You think: my audience must be so sick of hearing about this thing. Meanwhile, an actual paid subscriber to Austin’s newsletter walked up to him in Nashville and said If I’d known you were in town, I’d have brought all my friends. The man works across the street from the hotel. He pays money to be told these things. He did not know. So no. Nobody is sick of hearing about your thing. They have not heard about your thing. The Taco Bell Theory of Art My favourite framework of the day came from, and I want to be clear that I am quoting a bestselling author here, Taco Bell. Austin loves their “distinctiveness rule”: you can change the taste, or you can change the form, but never both at once. That’s how he thinks about his readers. Keep the familiar square format, but fill this book with his kids’ drawings and new textures, so it reads like an Austin Kleon book that was somehow drawn by his children. (This “RED” rule stands for relevance, ease, and distinctiveness.) He’s unapologetic about thinking of his audience while he works, which felt almost transgressive to hear out loud. “My readers have given me everything,” he said. “This idea that I wouldn’t think about them when I was writing is just weird to me.” His books, he insists, aren’t pure art anyway; they’re the byproducts of him trying to make stuff. The Montel Jordan principle: this is how we do it. Not how you have to do it. This is how we do it. Neither of us went to art school, which is probably why we both find kids so instructive. They don’t know the correct way to do anything, so they just let it rip. Why the Book Exists at All The title comes from a John Baldessari quote: I learned so much about art from watching a kid draw. Kids don’t call it art. They’re not making Art; they’re just doing stuff. There’s a Brian Eno line in the book to match: people do much better when they don’t think they’re being artists. If you don’t call it art, you’re likely to get a better result. Austin described the book as being for anyone who’s lost that lovin’ feeling: you’ve been doing the work a long time, maybe even successfully, and the joy has quietly left the building. Where Keep Going was about pushing through a world gone mad, this one is Keep Going 2.0: the call is coming from inside the house. The chaos isn’t out there. It’s in here, with the deadlines and the invoices and the creeping suspicion that your passion has become your landlord. I know this feeling intimately. Twenty-one years as a full-time cartoonist, and people still say “you’re so lucky, you get to do what you love every day,” and I want to grab them by the lapels and explain that they have no idea how hard it is to stay in love with a thing that is actively driving you insane. It’s not drudgery exactly. It’s more like the fruit has started to turn, and instead of leaping out of bed to bite the apple you’re standing in the kitchen at 7am wondering if you can make some sort of bread out of it. Charlie Bucket’s Midlife Crisis Which brings me to my Willy Wonka theory, which I made Austin sit through and now you will too. End of the film. Great Glass Elevator. Wonka looks down at Charlie and says, “Don’t forget what happened to the man who suddenly got everything he ever wanted.” Charlie asks what. And Wonka says he lived happily ever after, but what he should say is: This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit www.newyorkcartoons.com/subscribe

    DMA#53: "Don't Call It a Recap" with Austin Kleon
  7. Jun 21

    DMA#51: 'Truths Are Just Jokes That Nobody Laughed At' with Myq Kaplan

    Let me tell you who Myq Kaplan is, because if you’re not already a fan, that changes today. He’s been doing comedy for going on twenty-five years. He has a Comedy Central special. He was a finalist on Last Comic Standing. He’s been on Comedy Bang Bang and Keith and the Girl more times than I can count. He has two specials on YouTube - AKA and Rini - and a new one he’s just recorded. He runs a Substack called Myq Kaplan's Arty Har-Hars, which you should subscribe to immediately after this. He is one of the most densely packed laughs-per-minute comedians working anywhere in this city, and I say that as someone who has been watching this scene very closely for fifteen years. He is also the reason I once shot IPA out of my nose at a comedy show on Second Avenue. But we’ll get to that. The first thing you need to know about Myq Kaplan is that his name is, by design, a barrier to entry. “I brought it upon myself, obviously, the spelling of my name,” he told me, almost immediately after we started recording. “There’s a little bit of a barrier to entry. But once you get past, then I feel like there’s a lot of reward.” He then, in the same breath, held up a microphone. “That’s a Myq” he said. I say “by design” because everything about Myq’s comedy is by design - the spelling of his name, the precision of his phrasing, the way a simple prop becomes the punchline to a joke that is also, if you look at it properly, a philosophical position about the rewards of paying attention. Nothing is accidental. The commitment to craft runs so deep that it’s become invisible, which is when craft becomes art. The name story is one I’ve been dining out on since 2014. I was a young, fledgling comedian appearing on a certain popular podcast, and I was doing my plugs at the end of the show. Bob Kelly was hosting. I was reading names off the lineup for an upcoming show - I think it was the Producers Club - and I arrived at Myq’s name, and I said: “and Meek Kaplan.” The room turned on me. Louis J. Gomez. Dan Soder. Joe List. All of them looking at me with the particular expression that New York comics reserve for someone who has just revealed a catastrophic gap in their knowledge. “You f*****g Australians,” somebody said. “How have you never heard of Myq Kaplan?” They laid into me for twenty minutes. About my accent. About my ignorance. About the basic expectation that someone doing comedy in New York should know who Myq Kaplan is, which is, I’ll grant them, a fair point. And then, having absorbed all of this - having been fully educated and corrected and aware - I subsequently introduced Myq on stage that night as “Meek Kaplan.” Again. Myq received this with extraordinary grace. “Your trauma is my treasure,” he said. But the real first time I encountered Myq Kaplan was not that night. It was earlier - 2011, or thereabouts. I was still coming to New York as a tourist then, once a year, for a month at a time, in the way that people who are going to end up living somewhere do before they commit to actually living there. I was going to as many comedy shows as I could, trying to understand the scene, sheepishly introducing myself to people and then overthinking every conversation afterwards on the subway home. The show was called Kabin. It was on Second Avenue, the back room of a bar. Rebecca Trent booked it. It was, by the general consensus of everyone who was there at the time, the best comic hang in the city. Their fifth anniversary show, I think it was, went from six in the afternoon until five in the morning. 11 hours. I was in that room for most of it. I had a beer in my hand. Sean Donnelly was hosting, or someone like Sean Donnelly. Whoever it was said, with the full weight of insider authority: you are going to love this next guy. I took a sip. Myq Kaplan walked on stage and said something. I genuinely do not know what it was. I have never known. What I know is that the beer - an IPA, specifically, which made the whole thing considerably worse - travelled at velocity through my nasal cavity and exited my face in a direction that beer is not supposed to exit. My eyes were streaming from the carbonation. I was making sounds that grown adults should not make in public. Eight minutes later, Myq left the stage, and I was a different person. It is a trauma-memory. The kind that’s vivid, not because it was bad, but because it was so involuntary. The laugh didn’t ask my permission. “That’s very, very kind, very thoughtful for you to share,” Myq said when I told him this story on the podcast. “Better than a spit take. Your trauma is my treasure.” If you enjoy my work and would like to support, please upgrade to become a paid subscriber (only $1 per week) This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit www.newyorkcartoons.com/subscribe

    DMA#51: 'Truths Are Just Jokes That Nobody Laughed At' with Myq Kaplan

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