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According to Goldmine, the musician Graham Nash will sell a collection of Robert Crumb's Underground Comix art. It is expected to generate a lot of interest at the Heritage Comics Auction. Earlier this year an original from Crumb's Fritz the Cat sold for over $700k at an auction.
Crumb founded Zap Comix, the first successful underground comic, and is recognized for several well-known comic characters as well as his distinct style.
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Graham Nash to Auction Robert Crumb's Underground Comix Artworks
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(Score: 2) by Snotnose on Saturday July 29 2017, @12:06AM (5 children)
I'm 59, I remember Crumb's comix. Ya know, 10 years ago I would have spent some money on this stuff. Now I'm thinking "Um, I hope to be unemployed soon. How much money have I got, how much do I need, and what can I piss it away on?".
I'm guessing he should have tried this 5 years ago to get maximum $$$ out of it.
When the dust settled America realized it was saved by a porn star.
(Score: 0) by Anonymous Coward on Saturday July 29 2017, @12:13AM (1 child)
Ahhh, but the markets are up now and rich people have a lot of money to invest (not a good time to buy more stocks). I think this is a pretty good time to sell comix. The other good time would have been 6 months before the "Great Recession" and the housing bubble crash ~10 years ago.
I'm hoping that the buyer(s) will put some of this artwork on display, would be nice to see the original work sometime.
(Score: 2) by fyngyrz on Saturday July 29 2017, @02:27PM
I have a full set of the Fritz the Cat comics, bought new when new. I treasure them. :)
(Score: 3, Interesting) by Ethanol-fueled on Saturday July 29 2017, @12:18AM (2 children)
I'm lucky to have discovered Crumb comics when I discovered Playboy magazines, that is, by rummaging through my parents' sock drawer while they were not around. Now that, I felt, was an real and accurate representation of adults' lives with respect to how they behaved when their kids weren't around -- braless protruding nipples, thick butts, neurotic as fuck, and a tough-to-decipher slang and method of speech.
After discovering Crumb, the comics in Mad Magazine, and Calvin and Hobbes I wondered how anybody of any age could possibly go back to preschool-colored cape-and-underwear bullshit.
I wonder how Crumb, with his love for thick butts, [markmcleod.org] would handle meeting legendary mousey shrill whiney perpetually-offended Linux kernel girl Sarah Sharp? [whatsyourtech.ca]
It would probably look something like this. [pinimg.com]
(Score: 0) by Anonymous Coward on Saturday July 29 2017, @12:59AM
Well, that explains a lot. When I rummaged around in my parents' sock drawer when they were not around, I found:
Masters, W.H.; Johnson, V.E. (1966). Human Sexual Response. Toronto; New York: Bantam Books. ISBN 0-553-20429-7.
After reading through most of it, I paid little attention when my middle school peers talked about sex.
Playboy and Zap Comix came a year or two later, once I got to high school.
(Score: 2) by Snotnose on Saturday July 29 2017, @01:20AM
I grew up in San Diego, mom was from central Illinois. I was 14 or 15 when I first met Aunt Maxine (she was mom's oldest sister, 30 years older than mom) and uncle Arthur. After proper introductions and dinner uncle Art led me to the basement, showed me the pool table, the stash of Playboy magazines he had, and where he kept his beer.
I will never forget Uncle Art.
Other memories from that trip? Auntie's kids were much older than I was. They had mini-bikes they offered to let me ride. Mom said no. Dad suddenly decided his shoes were really interesting.
Maxine's oldest son flew in in a private airplane. Offered to take me for a ride, mom said no, dad was really into his shoes.
Middle of the night, lights go out and I wake up to a loud noise. Head upstairs (I'm in the basement with Playboys and beer). Me, dad, and uncle Arthur head out the front door. Some really, really drunk dude (think early 70's) had nailed the power pole a good half mile away and kept saying "some guy was in my lane, I swerved to avoid him! I swear!". I got sent home before the cops showed up.
/ The above was all in a single overnight stay
// Uncle Arthur died a year later of a heart attack
/// Met Maxine once more, some 10 years later, she was 2/3 the way into her coffin.
When the dust settled America realized it was saved by a porn star.