When the housing market plunged a lot of people, like myself, found themselves upside down in their homes. The feeling was unsettling, but Lionel Richie was dancing around in my head singing, "Oh what a feelin' when you're dancin' on the ceilin'". It made me laugh and almost cry at the same time because he would not stop singing! I removed him from my head and put him in my idea/joke journal for future use. It was something like, 'If you're upside down in your house, how come you're not dancing on the ceiling with Lionel Richie?" It was a rough idea, but the concept was there.
A few years later Toby Keith came out with his song, Red Solo Cup. I just about fell on the floor laughing when I heard the line, "Freddie Mac can kiss my ass". I immediately connected the lyrics from both songs which brought me close to closure, thankfully NOT foreclosure. I felt better after making the connection, but now I had to draw it out and have it make sense to the readers. It's one of those jokes where you either get it or you don't. It's challenging to convey an inside joke so that everyone gets it without rambling with explanations which can ruin the joke.
Drawing Lionel and Toby was fun. I really pushed myself on these drawings. I have difficulty drawing hands and have refrained from doing so - whenever possible. They end up too big or too small. For example, Lionel has tiny hands and Toby has a very big hand. I'll figure it out at some point... as long as I draw more of them... ugh! Other than the hands, I'm pretty happy with how they turned out. I've made a lot of improvements. One thing I love about art and writing is that there is always room to improve and grow.
Aha... I don't normally do social networks cuz it messes with my nihilistic curmudgeon reputation, but if you won't say anything, I won't.
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Hey, Plods! Thanks for stopping by. My lips are sealed...:)
ReplyDeleteYou're in the Chicago burbs? Small world. dupage county :)
ReplyDeleteYep. McHenry County. My husband flys out of O'Hare. Too funny :)
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