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R.I.P. John Kane, New Yorker Cartoonist, Ukulele Player, Mensch

Emily Gordon writes:
I was very sorry to hear from illustrator and cartoonist Derek Van Gieson that John Kane passed away a few days ago. John, a New Yorker cartoonist, was also a dedicated musician and devotee of that small instrument with a big heart, the ukulele. He sent me many ukulele links and had a YouTube channel dedicated to them; I’ll find it to link to, but right now, the thought makes me too sad.
Here’s Derek writing eloquently on what made John so special.

John may have been getting up there in age by the time I caught up with him, but he was more animated and on the ball than any twelve youngsters combined. He was always going out to exhibitions, learning about some new technology, or improving himself via activities like judo. One of his most recent passions was taking up the uke. He had five models last time I remember. He’d watch Youtube clips and learn from the masters. I know he drove Sam and Sid nuts with all of his uke talk as there was usually something happening in that realm that he was very enthusiastic about. After lunch we’d walk down to the subway and talk music shop or just shop about guitars. He always had a unique theory he was thinking about or a new way of experiencing something that he’d often share. More often than not, I’d come home from The New Yorker luncheons, thinking I was one of the luckiest bastards in the world to be in the court of these fascinating gentlemen. Eventually our friendship became quite solid and if I didn’t make it one tuesday for lunch, either John or Sid would get ahold of me to ask me what the hell happened. I can’t really express how much that meant to me.

But read the whole post. It really captures the person John was, and the person we will all miss whether we were friends, acquaintances (like me), or fans of John’s dynamic, lovable, slightly unhinged cartoons.

Three Cheers for Eighty-Five Years!

Emily Gordon writes:
We are celebrating. We hereby award the Jane Grant to Jane Grant, the Boss Hoss to Harold Ross, the Lei of Herbin to Rea Irvin, the Feast of Yeast to Raoul Fleischmann, and a vat of champagne (we mean Champagne) for the entire New Yorker staff of the present Golden Age.
You’re a natty, brainy 85, New Yorker. If you make the yearly subscription $85 a year, we’ll take it.

Bluegrass and Cartoons: This Valentine’s Day in NYC!

Emily Gordon writes:
Every Steam Powered Hour I’ve been to has been more spectacular than the last. This Sunday, take your sweetie to (or your sweet self to) this, and your heart will soar, I guarantee it. You’ll also laugh and tap your feet a lot. Don’t think twice, just go!
From today’s show announcement:
Two days from now — A Special Valentine’s Day Matinee Show from the Steam Powered Hour. Music by Reckon So and The Sassy Jenkins (Cassandra Jenkins, Stephanie Coleman, and Kristin Andreassen from the beloved band Uncle Earl).
Comedy by Colbert writer Frank Lesser, and New Yorker cartoonists Liza Donnelly and Michael Maslin.
Don’t forget — this one’s a matinee.
Sunday, February 14th. 2:30 p.m.
The Nuyorican Poets Café
236 East 3rd Street between Ave B & C
Tickets are $15 at the door. Get ’em for $10 in advance at www.nuyorican.org.

When You Bend It, You Can’t Mend It

Emily Gordon writes:
I should have known Hendrik Hertzberg would be a Kate McGarrigle fan, and here is his heartfelt, ardent tribute to her. I heard about her death on Jonathan Schwartz’s timeless, dreamlike radio show last weekend and have had her songs caught in my head, even more than usual, since then. “And it’s only love, and it’s only love,/That can wreck a human being and turn him inside out.”
Hertzberg wrote this (and more–read all of it) as a Carnegie Hall program note for a McGarrigle Christmas show, and I think it’s just right:

The songs and singing of the McGarrigles have turned out to be a font of consolation: a pool of sweetness, a well of sadness, a geyser of exaltation. They have music to suit every stage of love and life. And they are the muses and matriarchs of an extraordinary family circle–a raffish orchestra of parents, siblings, offspring, exes, friends, and collaborators. We, their fans, are part of this circle, too. There are enough of us to assure our uncompromising heroines of a livelihood, but not so many that we risk the loneliness of a crowd.

Every stage of love and life–including this one, the unreal, suspended sadness of hearing one of your favorite voices on the radio and in your thoughts, and knowing the breath and mind behind that voice are gone.

Brief Interviews With Beautiful Designers

Profiles from Print magazine’s annual New Visual Artists issue (“20 Under 30”), 2007, 2008, and 2009:
Christian Cervantes:
It’s not every 29-year-old who inspires this kind of naked emotion in his boss: “I’m deeply, and unforgivably, envious.” That’s the chief creative officer of Ogilvy & Mather’s Brand Innovation Group, Brian Collins, talking about new kid Christian Cervantes. As his dramatic name suggests, the designer has an impossible dream: to reawaken brands as familiar to us as our own faces.
Take, for instance, Coke. Cervantes forged a radical new campaign for Coke Zero, which is marketed to young men. “The word ‘masculine’ brought up images of dudes bro-ing out over ‘chicks’ and football,” he groans. “I wanted to do something a lot more subtle but still powerful.” He commissioned the British studio iLovedust to help create an iconography of playfully masculine illustrations (“exploding fire hydrants, sensual lips, predatory animals and their prey . . .”), adding silhouettes of snowcaps and ice fishermen to provide the necessary chill. “I had so much fun creating these little worlds within worlds,” he says, and notes that the freedom the creative directors afforded him made all the difference. Continued.
Kate & Camilla:
Groucho Marx sang the praises of famous pairs: “Boy meets girl. Romeo and Juliet. Minneapolis and St. Paul.” Add to the list Kate and Camilla, a team of photographers who shared a camera one semester at Smith College and never put it (or each other) down. They do fashion shoots, but sometimes there are no people in them–just empty pants and boots, lounging in a field. They do portraits–of the manicurist Joe Shepard, forexample–but where his head should be, there’s the grave, iridescent-scaled face of a red snapper, held up like a commedia dell’arte mask. The people in Kate and Camilla’s work have texture, combination skin, complex lives, sweat, and occasional drips of fish blood.
Perhaps because of the photographers’ oft-stated willingness to photograph “anything” (which has come in handy for their Nerve.com blog), remarkable people tend to seek them out. One such figure is the singer Chan Marshall, known as Cat Power, whom they shot provocatively sporting a plastic tiger mask for Venus magazine. Kate says that part of what made the shoot so fun was that “the three of us–myself, Camilla, and Chan–were given free rein.” Matador spokesman Nils Bernstein knew they’d ace it: “I’ve seen them compared to Inez van Lamsweerde and Vinoodh Matadin, which I can see, but Kate and Camilla’s work doesn’t always have that icy perfection. They seem to love the tiny flaws and behavioral quirks that make people beautiful.” Along the same lines, Caroline Priebe, founder and designer of Uluru (a clothing line they’ve also shot for), calls their photos “striking, shiny, crisp, intimate, sexy, and almost edible.” Continued.
Eleanor Grosch:
So many animals end up in the Eleanor Grosch universe–on the pillows, rock posters, and Keds where her designs appear, for instance–that a Dr. Dolittle comparison wouldn’t be off base. In fact, she named her Philadelphia studio, Pushmepullyou, after the creature with a head at each end from the classic children’s book.
Such an animal also suggests Grosch’s harmonious opposites: commercial design with a strong commitment to the environment; freelance freedom and fiscal sense; pop culture and classical influences. Grosch walks a cheerfully nonchalant line between cute and cool, using a relatively limited palette and a menagerie of whimsical imagery. Creatures have always been an integral part of her life, beginning with her earliest memories of the Lowry Park Zoo in her hometown of Tampa. “I was absolutely in love with birds when I was small. Going to the aviary was like heaven for me!” she exclaims. “The roseate spoonbill, snowy egret, and grey heron were all pretty common sights.” Continued.
Zigmunds Lapsa:
Zigmunds Lapsa isn’t easily fazed. He grew up in Riga, the capital of Latvia, which he describes as a “country with 2.3 million people and 5.4 graphic designers at that time.” After two years in an unstimulating local design program, he decided that what he needed was more hands-on experience, a bit of which he’d gained through working for ad agencies to pay his expenses.
Hence, a leap: to London’s Central Saint Martins College of Art and Design, where Lapsa studied design and typography and found himself. He threw himself into real-world work with the British designer Bobby Gunthorpe, who praises Lapsa’s originality and says, “He would be embarrassed for me to say it, but he truly was an inspiration to his classmates.” Humble, hardworking, and handsome, too? “The fact he looks like a young Harrison Ford can’t hurt,” Gunthorpe says. Next, Lapsa returned to Riga to work for an interactive studio called Hungry Lab. The multiple logos and layered patterns he created for its identity mirror the studio’s penchant for surprise and experimentation. Continued.

I’ll Sing You Five-O, Green Grow the Rushes-O!

Five years ago today, I sat in the appropriately named Williamsburg bar The Lucky Cat (now Bruar Falls), enjoying tea and free wifi, and began this blog. One was far from a lonely number; from the beginning, Emdashes had friends, commenters (though as a readership, dear readership, you tend to be shy, preferring to send me thoughtfully composed emails rather than shout to the public square), supporters, and exactly one member of the peanut gallery, whose small legumes haven’t scarred.
But Emdashes today is a lot more than a gal in a bar feeling warm toward a heartbreakingly flawless Donald Antrim essay. It’s an honest-to-Irvin team, a clan of kindred spirits, a gathering place for like-minded New Yorker-philes for whom a casual read and a quick look will never be enough. It’s the blog’s core group of friends and collaborators, Martin Schneider and Pollux and Jonathan Taylor and Benjamin Chambers, about whom I can’t say enough, and I hope they know how thoroughly I treasure their winsome and steady posts, essential ideas, and intercontinental companionship. It’s the many excellent guest writers and artists, and smart and generous interns, who’ve contributed to the blog over the past five years.
I’m almost too emotional to write this, and it’s almost New Year’s Eve, so, for once, I’m at a loss for words. What can I say but thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you? To Patric King and Su from House of Pretty, illustrators Jesse Ewing and (righteously lupine) Carolita Johnson, and the New Yorker librarians, Jon Michaud and Erin Overbey, whose clever minds are only outdone by their open hearts, and who have taken their fabulous Emdashes Ask the Librarians column all the way to The Big Show. To David Remnick and the New Yorker staff, from 1925 on out, for being there week in and week out, in the best and worst of times–proving that the life of the mind, the world of the page, and the shimmering pixels of the screen can be noble, beautiful, truthful, and funny causes to which to dedicate oneself. To you, reader. Stay with us; we’ll be here.

Lorrie Moore’s Latest Novel: Alternate Covers, New Yorker-Style

Emily Gordon writes:
Our friend and Print contributing editor Peter Terzian showcases some of the unused covers for Moore’s novel A Gate at the Stairs (which I reviewed not long ago). And there’s a double New Yorker connection! Peter writes:

Barbara de Wilde, associate art director at Alfred A. Knopf, has designed the jackets of Lorrie Moore’s novels and story collections dating back to Like Life, in 1990. For the cover of A Gate at the Stairs, Moore’s first book in a decade, de Wilde initially contacted Daniel Hertzberg, whose illustrations she had seen in The New Yorker. “I loved the high-contrast quality of his drawings,” she says. “It reminded me of Robert McCloskey books. I wanted all those remarkable colors from Blueberries for Sal and Make Way for Ducklings–those mustards and odd greens and quirky blues.”

Go to the post to see the parallel-universe covers!

I’m Picking Out a Thermos, Filled With Snausages

Martin Schneider writes:
This is great. When our friend Ben Bass was in New York for the most recent New Yorker Festival, he told me about Michelle, this good friend of his who is…pretty much the biggest Steve Martin fan in the world, in the sweetest possible way. Even our own Emily must take a back seat to Michelle when it comes to Steve Martin adulation. And Emily really likes Steve Martin a lot.
So a while back Steve announced a fun little fan contest, to create a video for a jaunty piece of banjo music he had written, “Wally on the Run,” inspired by the frolics of his own dog Wally. The only constraint Steve imposed was that the video ought to involve a dog frolicking in some way. And…well, just go to Ben’s smile-eliciting post at Ben Bass and Beyond for the fuller story (and all relevant videos), and then come back here.
(Back? OK. Two things I feel the need to say. First, I love how Steve—perhaps the most polished TV performer of all time—even he comes off just a little dorky and wooden when he’s just shooting a quick little video for the internet. And second, I think I liked Michelle’s video better than the “Laika” one.)
I love this story. I love the internet. Good day to you.

“Addams Family” Musical: People Come to See ‘Em–They Really Are a Scream

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©Charles Addams/With permission of Tee and Charles Addams Foundation


Emily Gordon writes:
Our friend Ben Bass, who most recently reviewed some very cartoony characters at the Chicago Humanities Festival, reports that the new musical The Addams Family officially opened onstage tonight. The Chicagoans are an hour earlier, so naturally they got to see it first. Bass writes:

The Addams Family is a new musical starring two-time Tony winners Nathan Lane and Bebe Neuwirth, now running in an eight-week Chicago tryout en route to Broadway. Officially opens Wednesday but previews are underway. My Flavorpill preview is here. I also attended the show’s opening press conference last spring, where I got the skinny on Charles Addams and his macabre characters’ New Yorker magazine pedigree. Read about it here.

I recommend that you follow his links. They’re excellent and not a bit scary, and they are free of boiling oil, a surfeit of heir, grave-playing children, and manic moustaches. Here’s what Gothamist reported when the show was first announced. They link to a photo of the Addams family (lowercase f) house that likely inspired the artist’s spookatorium.
Meanwhile, this is a very funny Addams-related cartoon-creation story by our friend Carolita Johnson, a.k.a. Newyorkette. And I smiled when I happened on this little collection of contemporary cartoons, by Mark Parisi, full of playful twists on the positively ooky family.
Related on Emdashes: I reviewed the most recent Charles Addams biography; Ben critiqued the redesigned Cartoon Bank and wrote up the 2009 and 2008 and 2007 New Yorker Festivals.

“Cartoonists Are Artists”

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Emily Gordon writes:
Courtesy of one of my favorite blogs, Leif Peng’s “Today’s Inspiration”–which you can, and should, get as a daily email full of vintage magazine covers, illustrations, comics, ads, and all-around cup-spiller-overs–here’s a statement with which we can heartily agree, expressed in words by Richard Taylor (writing in American Artist in October 1950) and in pictures by good old Hank Ketcham.