Wednesday, November 07, 2007

Ears are burnin'...

New in comics shops this winter:

ROUGH STUFF #7
Take a fascinating look into the creative process of comic art with interviews, articles, never-before-seen penciled pages, sketches, layouts, roughs, and unused inked pages from throughout comics history! This issue features an in-depth interview and cover painting by X-Men inker Tim Townsend! Also, Craig Hamilton, Dan Jurgens, and Howard Porter all contribute their preliminary art, with detailed commentaries to explain its evolution into finished form. Plus, we spotlight legendary Marvel artist Marie Severin with a career-spanning retrospective, and also present a feature on graphic novels, with art and comments by Dawn Brown, Tomer Hanuka, Ben Templesmith, and Lance Tooks! (Twomorrows Publishing) (C: 0-1-2)
Magazine, 100pgs, B&W SRP: $6.95

UVC MAGAZINE #5
The new Public Enemy comic book has excited comics and hip hop fans, and UVC Magazine takes an in-depth look! Also, Denys Cowan talks about the new animated shows on BET and his comics work; avant garde graphic novelist Lance Tooks; the comics collective known as the Antidote Trust, and an exclusive interview with Tribe creators Larry Stroman and Todd Johnson! Plus, part two of "How To Protect Your Rights" as a comics creator! (Ron King Productions Inc) (C: 0-1-2)
Magazine, 42pgs, FC SRP: $3.00

  • (Plus I'm in the video montage of comics professionals seen here:)


  • Go figure.
    Lance

    Friday, October 12, 2007

    'round the corner from Goya & Velasquez...

    Here's a look (Thanks, Patri) at my work on display at La Boca Del Lobo. It might aesthetically be far from the Prado, but geographically it aint!





    You shoulda' been there!
    Lance Tooks

    Sunday, September 23, 2007

    HOLLYWOOD: My (not so) Brilliant Career…


    A couple of weeks ago I auditioned for Steven Soderbergh’s new pair of films based on the life of Che Guevara. A friend had tipped me off that they were casting here in Madrid, and even though I hadn’t given acting a second thought in ages, I thought, “Where’s the harm?” I soon found the answer while doing my first cold reading in almost thirty (cough!) years. The role was a very small one, an African American military officer between 35 & 40, and my lines consisted of scowling into a video camera about how “we’ll turn those Bolivians into US grade Special Forces,” while bragging that “we’ve got the best chopper pilot in Nam.” I did three takes, and the last one being the best, was forwarded to Mr. Soderbergh. A few days later the casting agent very politely called to tell me what I already knew… that the part had gone to someone else. Someone more worthy, I’m sure, because my reading was so mechanical it surprised even me! Let’s forget for a moment that I’m roughly 75 pounds too magnificent of late to fit into the part, (let alone the uniform)… the thing is, I had genuinely forgotten how to audition!
    Now, coming from the family of hams that I do, I thought for sure it would be just like riding a bike… but even that other Lance (er… Armstrong) would be kind of wobbly after a thirty year layoff.
    Let’s set the wayback machine to 1979, in New York City, and the last audition I ever did…

    Starting when I was four (I was the smallest Billygoat in an Alabama production of “The Three Billygoats Gruff”), I spent my whole younger life performing in plays, super8 films and my father’s various productions. I loved acting, filmmaking & prose writing… but as the years progressed I started to appreciate comics a whole lot more. It was a way to combine all of my interests into a single means of expression. I admire my father more than any artist in the world, but as I watched him spread his creative energy thin across so many artistic forms, I began to consider myself best served by picking one and sticking with it. But I kept trying on hats for size, like the time that I spent a week of school nights playing at being a gang member in Walter Hill’s THE WARRIORS. I didn’t have to audition because it was an extra part in the film’s famous scene where all of the city’s hood population converges upon a park for a speech by a charismatic gangland messiah. When he’s assassinated in full view of everyone, the Warriors gang gets the blame and the fun begins. I never would’ve gotten cast though, if they knew I was only fourteen! My Uncle George, who’s acted in over a hundred films set in New York (and only one by Woody Allen… I’ll tell that story sometime, oh wait… I already did in BETWEEN THE DEVIL & MILES DAVIS) was hired by the casting agent, but my uncle decided for whatever reason to let me play the part. All I had to do was say I was George Tooks and I’d be fine… but just in case, he told a friend of his to keep an eye on me. That friend turned out to be Steve James, legendary 1980’s action movie star. He didn’t have much to worry about… all I was hired for was five nights of screaming and running, which is what fourteen year olds do anyway.
    All of this went on while I was a student at the High School of Art & Design. One of my English teachers, Mr. Cassell, knew I’d been in the movie and could tell I had the bug based on my various turns in Humor & Satire class, playing characters from Shakespeare, Oscar Wilde & G.B. Shaw from week to week. When I was sixteen he recommended me to a theatre producer friend of his, who was looking for a black kid who could do a Cockney accent. I came, I saw, I auditioned in his apartment… and walked off with the part.
    The secret to comedy being (wait for it)… timing, I had only just that same incredibly busy “New York week” gotten a job that any sixteen year old would’ve died for: I was hired by Jim Shooter as an intern at Marvel Comics. I felt at a crossroads… I could have done both, I suppose, but I had doubts. When I spoke to Shooter he was nothing but encouraging… the theatre guy on the other hand creeped me out a bit. So I declined the role, choosing comics and feeling rather mature about my choice. Until I went to share my decision with Mr. Cassell, that is. “You idiot,” he screamed at me, in front of a class full of students. He led me to the hallway, continuing, “You would have been paid $300 a week for rehearsals alone, more once the show started… and you would have been made Actor’s Equity! Do you know how you get into that union? You are CHOSEN!”
    So much for my own choice. Up until that moment of my life I had never even SEEN a hundred dollar bill up close, so $300 seemed like “Thurston Howell the Third” money to me. I called the producer that night, but the part had been recast, probably with some lesser talent like Wesley or Denzel. I never spoke to Mr. Cassell again, but do regret not telling him when I was sixteen years old that the reasons he cited for my being an idiot had more to do with money than they had to do with doing what I felt I was born to do. But I’m sure he meant well… I’m even surer every year come tax day when I realize that there are Girl Scouts selling cookies that generate more gross income than I do creating Graphic Novels that nobody reads.
    And everybody loves cookies.

    I had a pretty good four year run at Marvel Comics, learning things that have served me well in decades since. While I was there my Uncle George turned up with another movie part for me. His girlfriend at the time, actress Beverly Bonner was cast in a quirky low budget horror film called BASKETCASE, about a typical American whiteboy who carried his mutated twin brother in a wicker basket. Directed by Frank Henenlotter, this (really good) film was an ode to 42nd street in the 60’s & 70’s when the Grindhouse was king… before Times Square became the soulless corporate hellhole it is today (you’ll never be President, Rudy… not while there’s life in my body). Not only do I turn up on camera a few times, but I even helped out occasionally behind the scenes (that was me in that van, Frank, when that huge guy came running out of the stripjoint with a baseball bat, and not your brother… though I’m flattered) and I rounded up extras for the film among family & friends: my sister Kim, my girlfriend Nicole Willis & my friends, artists Kevin J. Taylor, Amodio Giordano & Harry Candelario. Even my parents turned up in the movie... holding hands in a gay bar. I love New York.

    In 1981, while playing volleyball in Central Park, a lunchtime ritual with the Marvel Bullpen (including Christopher J. Priest, Ralph Macchio, Mark Gruenwald, Ann Nocenti, Jim Salicrup, Jim Shooter, Mike Carlin, Jim Starlin, Al Milgrom, Klaus Jansen, Terry Austin, Mike Nasser & dozens more), I met Scott Leva, an incredibly prolific (check his IMDB page) stunt coordinator who in addition to a part-time gig as Spiderman (for Marvel’s department of Special Appearances) was working on a Troma film to be titled WHEN NATURE CALLS. The Charles Kaufman directed comedy is the only film to my knowledge to co-star David Straithairn, G. Gordon Liddy, Freddie Blassie & Willie Mays. (It’s also the only movie I’ve ever walked out of… and I was in it!) Anyway, Black stuntmen were in short supply at the time and Scott Leva wanted to do something about that. Maybe it was my Baryshnikov-like grace in diving for a save that convinced him I was worthy, but in less than a week he had me trained to leap backwards off twenty-five foot scaffolding onto a pile of mats and cardboard boxes in Newark, New Jersey. There was an ambulance on standby, but this New Yorker wasn’t about to spill a drop of blood in Jersey.

    Continuing my unbroken run of blundering my way onto the sets of now legendary cult movies (when I wasn’t trying to be an actor anymore… honest), Uncle George stepped in again (perhaps a bit surprised that I’d gotten the last job myself without draggin’ his good reputation through the mud), and invited me & my brother Eric to join him for a few days shooting another film. BEAT STREET was an unfortunate breakdance movie directed by Stan “damn-my-daughter-Sanaa-is-fine” Lathan. Hollywood’s first attempt to record on celluloid “that rap sensation that’s sweeping the nation”, it could’ve used more dance and less romance. (So could’ve I in hindsight.) You can see me getting off a subway train with my bro… and that’s how I’d like to be remembered.

    So perhaps it’s better that Steven Soderbergh didn’t consider me to be in a class with Benicio Del Toro & Matt Damon… it’s not like my credits will ever have me climbing a stage at the Kodak Ballroom. But I’m proud of the choices I’ve made… without them I never would’ve gotten to meet NARCISSA.

    Lance Tooks

    Thursday, September 20, 2007

    Unpublished symphony: part one...

    From 2002, Brooklyn, New York, before the war.
    (click images to enlarge)



    Lance Tooks

    Wednesday, September 12, 2007

    La Boca Del Lobo...

    For the entire month of September I've got 26 pieces hanging in La Boca del Lobo (http://www.labocadellobo.com/), a terrific dance club in the center of Madrid. They're open Wednesday through Saturdays after ten, the address is Calle Echegaray 11 & their information number is 914 297 013.

    The first weekend was terrific! There was a tribute to Fela Kuti last Saturday & the music (as always in that spot) was fantastic... if you like James Brown, P-Funk and company... and I know you do. The artwork was culled from a ten year period, from the 1990's til' about 2001, my pre-computer days.
    Here's a brief sample of what you'll see:




    I'll be looking for you!
    Best, Lance Tooks

    Monday, August 20, 2007

    Into the mouth of the wolf...


    Been plenty busy preparing for a September solo show of my black & white comics work at LA BOCA DEL LOBO in Madrid...
    more news later...
    Working simultaneously on RAPPACCINI'S DAUGHTER for GRAPHIC CLASSICS, STUDS TURKEL'S WORKING for HILL & WANG, and ANANSI'S DREAMBOOK for NBM. Hope life's treating you well.
    Lance Tooks

    Wednesday, June 27, 2007

    Ed Tooks


    Ed Tooks, my father would've turned seventy today. He died in 1996, a fact I actually had to look up on the internet because I've never felt the need to remember that date. But every year on the 27th of June I celebrate the old man and the many gifts he left me. (pictured below left to right George Tooks, Ed Tooks & the rest of the Genies crooning their way across Canada in the very early 60's)

    He was a true renaissance guy; a painter, writer, photographer, musician, singer, composer, poet, video artist, audio-tech, screenwriter, dancer, theatre producer & award-winning playwright. He created much of this work in collaboration with his brother George Tooks, an equally impressive creator who continues to inspire and entertain folks across America with his various projects, including an ongoing lecture series on Black & Native American history. (below, Lenga Tooks, 'LenGa being an abbreviation of Lawrence E 'aNd' George A Tooks, & only bill collectors called him Lawrence)

    When Dad wasn't making art he was making artists, so it stands to reason that I would grow up to be a cartoonist, my sister Kim an actress/singer/playwright/theater owner, my brother Eric the greatest unsigned rapper in history & my cousin Titus Thomas a brilliant visual artist & educator. As kids we'd get weekly assignments to 'create something', to express ourselves and engage with the world around us. Dad might say "write me a five page screenplay by Friday," or "draw me a flyer for my play" or "design me a logo" or "come sing backup harmonies on my latest recording"... or we'd help carry equipment from place to place, help him videotape weddings on the side or be willing subjects for his photography. I truly believed that every family lived like ours. I learned from him how the arts were interconnected, how things learned in one medium, (say, music) could be applied to another (like comics) and how no good idea need ever go to waste.(below, case in point- this early production sketch I made of a bar was created in 1984 for one of Lenga Tooks' plays... I later used the same drawing on the cover of and throughout my 2007 Graphic novel "Between the Devil & Miles Davis", a personal tribute)

    He was my first teacher, teaching me to read & write when I was two; how to draw & take photos soon after. I was four years old when he sat me down in front of a turntable and played Sheherazade by Rimsky-Korsakov, and told me to imagine the stories in my head. He would spend hours talking to me about politics and philosophy, insisting that I never forget that I am an individual and that no man has a right to take a thing from me. If my moral compass was off from time to time I could always count on his. When I was about fourteen or so, I got my first rapidograph,(an expensive drawing pen) and was so inspired by the fine lines I could make that I whipped up this visceral action comic entitled "The Executioner." He wore a visor and packed a lasergun that he used to blow the heads and limbs off an army of attacking mutants. End of story. My dad strolls in, looks over my shoulder at the bloodbath I was creating, raises an eyebrow and mumbles dryly, "...well, your artwork's getting better but you're losing your mind." From that moment I tried to follow his example, creating work that is about something and that attempts to contribute more to the world than a body count. (below, The Lenga Tooks Musical Workshop, AKA our house in Laurelton NY... a million songs were recorded there, plays were written there, comics were illustrated there, productions were mounted there, meals were eaten there... thanks, Mom)

    I could write volumes about the times we worked together as audio men on Videowave for Manhattan Public Access TV, or how he helped me shoot my super 8 horror film "The Diary of Dr. Zorgo" when I was in Junior High, or how he drove me out to Long Island through one of the roughest rainstorms in recorded history just to buy me a live turtle for the Science Fair, how, he & my mom, my sister, my girlfriend Nicole Willis & my friends, artists Kevin J. Taylor & Harry Candelario were all extras in the midnight-movie classic "Basketcase", or the time we wore matching yarmulkes while shooting a Bar Mitzvah ("These two Black atheists walk into a synogogue...") or the time he has me shooting transitional video footage out the window of our van between the bride's house and the chapel and SCREEECH! he rear ends the bridal limo, or how he singlehandedly tried to establish 'the Harlem Symphony Orchestra... I could talk about his incredibly talented creative collaborators like Chester Barnes, Don Thursby, Mike Dagley, William Loren Katz, Harold Waite, Beverly Bonner, Jerry Maple, comics great Billy Graham & a few really famous folk I'm not about to namedrop... but I'll save those tributes for another day. For now, let's wish my pop a Happy Birthday.

    Lance Tooks

    (pictured below, my father on the right with the stars of Basketcase, I'm the blurry fellow behind him in the yellow & red hat, looking over HIS shoulder for a change)

  • bonus link: Videowave
  • Tuesday, June 26, 2007

    Way too young...


    Condolences to the family of Dan Epstein, a good writer who honored me with an interview about my work. I used to hunt down his interviews all over the internet.

  • Remembered here:

  • And here:


  • Our interview here:


  • Lance Tooks

    Monday, June 11, 2007

    Like, CRAZY...man!

    Have a look at my character sketches from Harvey Pekar's upcoming comic about the Beat Poets. More 'white negroes' than you can shake a stick at! Coming soon:


    I'm only contributing a page or two, but glad to be included.
    Lance Tooks

    Friday, June 01, 2007

    The rain in Spain...


    ...falls mainly on my internet provider, meaning that everytime it rains in Madrid, I lose web service for a couple of days. All my very special thanks to the brains at Telefonica (Pictured above).
    NEW REVIEW:
  • Comicbookbin on Lucifer's Garden Vol. 4: Between The Devil & Miles Davis
  • Monday, April 30, 2007

    Updated Weakly…


    Another month has raced by, and this weekly journal continues to be updated monthly. Not that anyone’s noticed, of course. In any event it’s been a busy time in Tooksworld. I taught school for a week at the Universidad Europea de Madrid: the theme being “Creativity, Comics & Animation” and the students being extraordinary. Then I shuffled down to Granada for a wedding, where much food, drink & dance was enjoyed.
    Besides the good fortune of having work displayed in last month’s Other Heroes gallery show in Mississippi, I’ve forwarded drawings to my own New York City for inclusion in the Museum of Comics & Cartoon Art’s May exposition. I’ve been tagged as
  • “Legendary”
  • by the terrific Big Beautiful Wonder Woman site… they meant “a legend in my own mind”, I’m sure. As for my drawing board, I’ve got work on it that should last me till the end of the year… not bad for "the world's fattest starving artist."
    Lance Tooks

    Thursday, March 29, 2007

    Black by Popular Demand!

    America’s favorites are here! Collect ‘em all!
    From my 2002 Doubleday Graphic Novel
  • NARCISSA
  • I give you a rogue’s gallery of the most beloved Black archetypes in American film. Can anyone name one actor or actress who hasn’t played these roles at least once? Some make a career of it! And these characters won’t be leaving screens any day soon, because YOU love them!
    Lance Tooks


    (We regret that one of your faves, HOT-ASS The HOOCHIE-HO couldn't make it due to space considerations... if you must find her right away we suggest you try any Hip-Hop music video. The Management.)

    Thursday, March 22, 2007

    Mississippi Burnin'


    My work will be included in OTHER HEROES, an upcoming exhibition of African American cartoonists at Jackson State University in Mississippi from April 5-25, 2007. A $50 catalog surveying the history of Blacks in comics and featuring an astounding variety of artists is being sold to raise money for Katrina relief.
  • More news HERE:


  • A few recent words on my Lucifer’s Garden series of books
  • HERE at Lit Kicks:


  • The OTHER HEROES show includes a piece I created for the groundbreaking Jackie Ormes Society site, founded to honor the first Black woman cartoonist.
  • Join them HERE:



  • Thanks again for stopping by,
    Lance Tooks

    Wednesday, February 28, 2007

    Amo, the complicated...


    Amo Tanzer, the protagonist of Lucifer's Garden of Verses, Book 4:
    Between the Devil & Miles Davis (pictured above with an atypically shaven head) has just been nominated for a
  • 2007 GLYPH Award

  • I'm currently working on multiple projects, but I'll be taking a
    much welcomed break next week to attend the latest
  • Salon de Comics in Granada, Spain

  • See you there,
    Lance Tooks
    (PS... yesterday was the forteenth anniversary of Danger Funnies One. And what was that, you might ask? We'll talk about it later. LT)

    Saturday, January 27, 2007

    Next on the menu...


    ... in 2007, I'm creating ANANSI's DREAMBOOK, an original Graphic Novel for NBM...
    plus, I'm a contributing cartoonist in Harvey Pekar's upcoming anthology about the Beat poets...
    plus, I'm adapting an Oscar Wilde piece for Graphic Classics...
    plus, I'm adapting a Nathaniel Hawthorne piece for Graphic Classics.
    "Que Aproveche!"
    Lance Tooks