1994: The Most Important Year of the Nineties continues with a look at The Crow. Over the course of this episode, I take a look at the comic book by James O’Barr as well as the 1994 film starring Brandon Lee. Does this film hold up after twenty years? Tune in and find out!
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For all of my devotion to The New Titans, it’s ironic that I almost missed the ending. Okay, I wouldn’t have actually missed it because I had the book on my pull list, but the final issue came out during my freshman year of college, a time when I was incredibly disengaged as a comics fan. In fact, I remember the day I discovered that the book had been canceled: it was parents weekend and I was flipping through Previews while waiting for my mom and dad to show up. The solicit for The New Titans #130 read FINAL ISSUE and featured a cover by George Perez that showed the current version of the team in the same exact pose as the original team did in the very first issue of The New Teen Titans back in 1980. After sixteen years, Marv Wolfman’s nearly uninterrupted run on the title was about to come to a close.
The story behind this as told in The Titans Companion is basically that Wolfman had been fed up with editor Pat Garrahy’s mandates and manipulations for quite some time, and at a DC Christmas Party, asked to be taken off the book. Being that the book was on the chopping block anyway, DC told Wolfman he could “have the book back” and he was given a few months to wrap things up. He then set out to write a story that put every one of the original Titans who were still around back to some approximation of who they were. The only restriction was that Wolfman could not use Nightwing, who was then well on his way to being entrenched in the Batman family.
What we got was “Meltdown,” a five-part story that is actually a four-parter with a first chapter that doesn’t really seem to make too much sense. Then again, that issue is done as a fill-in by Dale Hrebik (whose only other credits are Deathstroke #50 and Annual #4) with art by Rik Mays with the other issues pencilled by then-regular artist William Rosado. As far as storylines from this era go, it’s one of the stronger ones, although I suppose that’s not saying much.
Basically what happens is that while a fair amount of infighting happens among the team members, the Titans are summoned to Tamaran by Starfire and Cyberion–formerly Cyborg–because Raven has returned and is leading an entire legion of hostile aliens against Kory’s home planet. After being attacked by a now-conscious Changeling, the group subdues their former teammate and Kory reveals that she has Raven’s soul self. She is unable to heal Gar, but he is eventually cured when Raven draws all of the Trigon seeds into herself, basically revealing that Trigon himself is trying to use her as a vessel for his resurrection.
Her war reaches a critical point when she destroys Tamaran–and in one last act of bravery, Kory’s parents stay on the planet–and Starfire and Blackfire (two sisters who have had a reconciliation) lead their rebellion of sorts, finding their adversary and destroying Raven’s body as well as the evil contained within. At the end, on a planet that will become known as New Tamaran (that is, until the Sun Eater destroys it in Final Night), Raven is good again and an ethereal/astral form; Gar and Cyberion go off to travel through space; Kory is pregnant with her new husband, Ph’yzzon’s child; and Donna Troy is still a Darkstar (and will remain a Darkstar until John Byrne gets a hold of her). So status quo is sort of reestablished.
Upon my reread, I realized that much like the rest of the post-Zero Hour Titans, this story is a bit of a mess. I am not sure when Wolfman’s meeting took place in the creative process, but the first part feels like the start of an entirely different story than the one we got. That could have been due to a different writer being on that issue, of course, but in New Titans #126, we have an Arsenal character piece that shows how the team has its problems. For instance, at one point, the “kids” on the team play a bit of a “let’s catch you off guard with an ambush” prank and when Donna sees that Rose Wilson was involved, she goes off on them. Rose responds with “You’re not my mother!” It suggests that perhaps they were setting up some teen angst sort of storyline or something that would bond the kids on the team while fracturing the adults.
That never happens. Instead, it provides a springboard for Wolfman, only taking the Titans he wants to take to Tamaran. Mirage and Terra remain on Earth because it’s revealed that Mirage faked her miscarriage and is actually now in labor. Supergirl is elsewhere. Damage gets pissed off and quits, and Impulse literally misses the ride to space. So we get the core group (with a couple of additions, like Green Lantern) and the final forced resolution of the Raven storyline.
Funny enough, I’d actually come to like some of the characters in this run. Roy Harper’s crisis of confidence as a leader made him more interesting than he had been in the past. I cared about Mirage and her very complex problems. Even the mystery of Terra’s true identity was intriguing, as were character changes in people like Kory, who was becoming more of a warrior and less naive. But in hindsight, it was time, and the bloom from the renaissance of five years earlier had faded long before. It’s just sad that such a once-great book went out with a whimper.
Next Up: The end of my life as a Teen Titan.
This time around, we have “Do Not Forsake Me” from The ‘Nam #21, a story that develops the potential romance between Clark and his nurse friend, Jane. Unfortunately, things don’t always go the way we hope they will. Brought to you by Doug Murray, Wayne Vansant, and Geof Isherwood. As always, in addition to the summary and review of the issue Ill be talking about the storys historical context as well as taking a look at the letters, ‘Nam Notes, and ads.
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This time around, it’s “Dominoes,” The ‘Nam #20, where we see the boys of the 23rd team up with Thai soldiers and get some resolution in the fragging of Alarnick storyine. Brought to you by Doug Murray, Wayne Vansant, and Geof Isherwood. As always, in addition to the summary and review of the issue Ill be talking about the storys historical context as well as taking a look at the letters, ‘Nam Notes, and ads.
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I am pretty sure that if you asked him, the greatest moment of my friend Brendan’s adolescence was his first Metallica concert. He and his friend were both members of the official fan club and were able to get front row center seats for the band’s concert at Jones Beach in May 1994. I admit that’s pretty impressive. The closest I ever got to any performance like that was second-row seats to Les Miserables that same spring; otherwise, my concert-going life has been relegated to what’s available or what I can afford–usually bleeders.
Anyway, this wound up being the culmination of a few years of Metallica fandom but also in a huge year for the band. In 1991, they had released Metallica (otherwise known as “The Black Album”) and toured nearly non-stop up until they recorded and released Load in 1996, an album that is so divisive, it’s probably worth its own entry. In the middle of all of this touring, the band released something that most bands do when they put out a successful record–a live album.
But it wasn’t just a live album; when you are the biggest band in the world, you release the biggest live boxed set the world has ever seen. Released at the tail end of 1993 and called Live Shit: Binge and Purge, Metallica’s album came in a small trunk and included three CDs, three VHS tapes, a T-shirt, a booklet, stickers, and a fake backstage pass (there was another version released with cassettes instead of CDs and subsequent rereleases have replaced the VHS tapes with DVDs). It retailed for $89.95, which was a lot of money then and actually still is a lot of money for a boxed set. You’d have to be a crazy hardcore fan to want to spend that much money.
Which, to be honest, is the nature of boxed sets. In fact, Barenaked Ladies even wrote a song called “Box Set” (on Gordon) wherein they satirize the product’s bloated nature:
Disc One
It’s where we’ve begun, it’s all of greatest hits,
and if you are a fan then you know that you’ve already got ’em.Disc Two
It was all brand new, an album’s worth of songs,
but we had to leave the whole disc blank ’cause
some other label bought ’em.Disc Three
This is really me in a grade school play;
I had about a hundred thousand lines but of course I forgot ’em. …Disc Four
Never released before, and you can tell why.
it’s just some demos I recorded in my basement.Disc Five
I was barely alive, I was coughing up a lung,
so they had to use a special computer as my replacement.Disc Six
A dance remix, so I can catch the latest trend
and it’ll make you scratch your head and wonder
where my taste went.
And they can definitely be hit or miss. The two Springsteen boxed sets that I have–Tracks and Live 1975-1985–are well worth their price tags. But for the most part, the average boxed set is an overdone affair with a good $20 less than its price tag. Live Shit: Binge & Purge didn’t suffer its price, eventually selling 15 million copies.
For my friends who were into the band (and to a lesser extent, myself) one of us obtaining this monster was a cause for celebration. I’d heard live albums beofre, but a band we so favorited had never done anything like this, so putting an entire Metallica concert into the CD player and blasting it like we had tickets was awesome. Plus, the band was playing music we hadn’t heard before or that we had heard of but had found hard to obtain. I personally taped “Last Caress,” “Am I Evil,” and “Stone Cold Crazy,” and would go onto crib whatever I could from Brendan’s various bootlegs, imports, and singles (well, until Garage, Inc. came out in 1998 and replaced my need for the worn-out tapes in my car’s glove compartment). And between that and “Breadfan,” I was good to go. Brendan wasn’t and proceeded to collect any import or bootleg he could get his hands on.
If anything, like the nights they capture for posterity, live albums are time capsules and Live Shit: Binge and Purge is no exception. It’s Metallica’s last gasp before they reinvented themselves as a Nineties band. If I listened to it now, I’d probably be able to picture sitting in my friend’s room reading magazines and talking about hockey while James Hetfield grunted and roared away.
It’s It’s the big conclusion of my conversation with Michael Bailey about 1994 in comics. Whereas we spent last episode talking about the comics industry, we spend most of this episode talking about what we thought were the most important comics of the year.the big conclusion of my conversation with Michael Bailey about 1994 in comics. Whereas we spent last episode talking about the comics industry, we spend most of this episode talking about what we thought were the most important comics of the year.
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And for your viewing pleasure, here is the Zero Hour/Zero Month promo video that Mike mentions in the episode:
We’re back in The ‘Nam with a look at issue #19, “Milk Run.” This time, the guys of the 23rd help out a Marine who’s been shot down. Brought to you by Doug Murray, Wayne Vansant, and Geof Isherwood. As always, in addition to the summary and review of the issue Ill be talking about the storys historical context as well as taking a look at the letters, ‘Nam Notes, and ads.
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A few months ago, I was doing the dishes after breakfast, and after putting my coffee mug in the drying rack, I heard it crash to the floor. I sighed and grabbed the broom and dustpan, and while sweeping it up, got annoyed. I was annoyed at myself for not being careful, but also annoyed that a mug I had owned for twenty years was now gone.
The black coffee mug with a gold rim and “Sayville High School ’95” was the favor from my junior banquet, which took place on April 18, 1994. I honestly don’t know why it was called a banquet and not a prom–I suspect it had something to do with the seniors not wanting the juniors to call our dance a “prom” because my high school was all about that petty sort of crap–but it was the first formal school dance I ever attended. In fact, if you want to get technical, it was my first date.
It is shocking to absolutely no one that I was an incredibly late bloomer. Oh sure, I knew as early as elementary school that I liked girls, but at sixteen, I had not evolved socially beyond the awkwardness I had around girls when I was twelve. I could control my behavior and wasn’t as obnoxious or immature in the presence of a pretty girl, but I still had ridiculous crushes on girls who were way out of my league, and even as late as college it took signals brighter than the average Times Square billboard for me to pick up on the fact that someone found me even marginally attractive. In fact, at that point, my pursuit of the opposite sex amounted to asking out my crush in the ninth grade (and getting rejected) and getting friendzoned by someone prior to Christmas break, so the idea that I’d actually get a date for a dance was pretty ridiculous.
The junior banquet, though, was the social event of the year–at least for me, anyway–and because of that I felt that finding a date was necessary. Okay, there was no stated obligation to find a date, but I definitely felt some sort of pressure to make sure I had a companion for the evening. Maybe it was because my friends were getting dates or maybe because the dance was formal. Personally, I blame our class’s choice of a theme song: “Oh What a Night.” (more…)
There have only been a few times where I looked at the title of a song and said, “This is going to be a good one.” Usually, song titles are pretty innocuous and if you were to give me a list of titles from a band’s latest album, I’d shrug. The song’s called “Stay?” Well, that could mean anything. But like I said, every once in a while, I see “Raining in Baltimore” or “Elderly Woman Behind the Counter in a Small Town” and pay a little more attention to what it might be about.
Such was the case with “Interstate Love Song.”
When Purple was released in early June 1994, I had been waiting in anticipation for a couple of weeks. “Big Empty” had been playing on the radio and in commercials for The Crow, and “Vasoline” had made its debut a week before. Couple that with the fact that Core was still in regular rotation in my CD player and I didn’t need anything else to be sold. I’m not sure if I bought the album the week it came out or if I picked it up a few weeks later. All I know is that one afternoon, I came home from the mall (probably Sam Goody) with copies of Purple and 10,000 Maniacs’ MTV Unplugged.
One of my friends, who was the self-appointed authority when it came to all things music, wasn’t too hot on the album because it wasn’t as heavy as Core; however, I actually preferred Purple, and my co-purchase of the 10,000 Maniacs album should have been a sign that I had different tastes (the number of times that girls I knew borrowed said 10,000 Maniacs CD should have also been a sign that I was on the right track). Purple wasn’t exactly a revelation in the way Dookie would become later that year, but in hindsight, it was a sign that the alternative music scene was lightening up a little. “Big Empty” was the “this is the same as Core” track; “Vasoline” was a little different but still had guitars and speed the way I thought guitars and speed should be in a song. But “Interstate Love Song?” I looked at the title and wanted to listen to it because it sounded like a great title, even if a love song–which was more suited to people like Jon Secada–did not fit the criteria for a “good” song among my friends and I. I mean, we listened to metal, not love songs.
Okay, my friends listened to metal and I was only listening to it so I could fit in.
Even so, that title drew me in. I wanted to know more. So after binging on “Big Empty” and “Vasoline,” I skipped ahead to track #4 and almost immediately, Purple’s status above Core as the better of the two albums, was established. The tune hooked me in, which is perfect because I couldn’t understand what the hell Scott Weiland was actually singing about anyway.
By the way, it’s heroin. He’s singing about heroin.
Okay, that’s not entirely true, although his heroin addiction–which was common among musicians of the early 1990s alternative scene–is something he’s cited in interviews as an inspiration. The song’s also about honesty, and touches upon how relationships are inherently complicated. Having not been in a relationship yet when I was sixteen, I didn’t know anything about this. But I understood, on some level, the song’s sense of longing and of hoping for something (albeit pessimistically).
“Interestate Love Song” would eventually receive the highest of honors when it came to my musical tastes–I put it on a mix tape for a girl. Granted, I had completely misinterpreted the song and had it mean something about long-distance relationships (I guess I took the title a bit too literally), but in that misinterpretation, the song wound up fulfilling the purpose of a mix tape anyway–it was repurposed by a listener. And that’s usually why it’s one of those songs that reminds me of being a teenager, with the contradiction between its tune and its meaning recalling the conflict between youth and burgeoning adulthood and the struggle between longing and ultimate fulfillment.
This time around, I take another break from regular coverage of The ‘Nam for an extra-sized episode where I talk to Wayne Vansant, who was the penciller on The ‘Nam for more than 50 issues and has a long career writing and penciling comics and graphic novels of his own. We discuss his career, his work on The ‘Nam, and his most recent work, Katusha, Girl Soldier of the Patriotic War, a story about the war between the Soviet Union and Nazi Germany during World War II.
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Here’s the official Tumblr page for Katusha: Katusha, Girl Soldier of the Great Patriotic War
The page also has links to digital and print editions, which I recommend picking up. Books one and two are available now, and book three will be coming soon. Thanks again to Mr. Vansant for the interview!
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