Jeff Smith 10 a.m., July 29
Bo Diddley Comix: RIP, Pacific Comics Inside Story, Comics & Censorship
Bo knew more than Diddley
Bo knew more than Diddley
1 - RIP Bo Diddley
2 – Pacific Comics: The inside story of a legendary local comic book company (with a history of indie comics and the creator-rights revolution)
3 - RIP Dave Stevens, famous former neighbor who created the Rocketeer
4 – Don’t Fear the Funnies: A history of censorship in comics
The music world remembers Bo Diddley was a godfather of rock 'n' roll. But guitarist C.C. Adcock also knew Diddley as an amateur mechanic who could fix anything.
Back in the late 1980s, Adcock was 18 when he was in Diddley's touring band, which traveled in matching 1966 Cadillac Eldorados. One of the cars broke down on a trip to San Diego.
"I walked with him down an off ramp to some gas station," Adcock said. "It was something with the carburetor and he got a Twix bar. "I swear to God, I saw him shoving a Twix bar into a carburetor and the car started. I'm telling you the truth." Adcock is among musicians and fans remembering Diddley, who died Monday at his home in Archer, Fla. He was 79. (www.theadvertiser.com)
At one time, nearly all American comic books were created in New York City, distributed by union trucking firms, and sold on newsstands or in convenience stores. Only a few dozen comic-book stores existed. Throughout the '60s and '70s, two New York publishers had a stranglehold on comic production -- Marvel (birthplace of Spider-Man and the Hulk) and DC (Superman and Batman's home turf). Few competitors in the four-color field managed to swipe more than crumbs from the $400 million annual pie, either on the publishing side or in newsstand distribution, the latter business having reputed mob-related monopolies.
Then along came Bill and Steve Schanes.
The siblings opened their first Pacific Comics retail store on Cass Street in P.B. in 1974, when Steve was 20 years old and Bill 16. "We started as a mail-order company, selling to consumers via ads in the Comics Buyer's Guide," says Bill. "Later on, we took out full-page ads inside Marvel comics. As our business built up, we decided to add some retail stores, and as that built up, we realized that we couldn't get merchandise for our stores, so we opened up a distributorship...other stores in the area didn't have a distributor to buy from, so they started ordering from us."
Due in no small part to the success of fantasy-themed movies like Superman and Star Wars, comics geared toward older readers were selling in record numbers, earning mainstream press, and becoming popular -- and collectible -- with adults and teenagers. To service the growing network of comic-book stores, Pacific expanded its distribution nationwide, after raising $200,000 by closing its four San Diego retail locations and selling off inventory. The Schaneses' rise in the industry put them atop a brand-new distribution network that would be called the "direct market," i.e., comic publishers bypassing the traditional distributors and making direct sales to comic shops through independent distributors like Pacific.
The explosion of comic shops from the late '70s onward was essentially made possible by Los Bros Schanes, along with rivals such as Phil Seuling and his East Coast Seagate Distribution (begun in 1974). Direct-market distributors serviced comic shops almost exclusively, offering comics at a much cheaper nonreturnable rate than did newsstand distributors. Retailers had the luxury of pre-ordering comics and keeping their extra copies to sell later as backstock, thus enabling collectors to purchase older issues of their favorite titles. Retailers could make a 40 percent profit on new comics instead of the usual 20 percent, then earn even more by marking up the older (and ostensibly rarer) leftover "back issues."
By 1980, around 1500 comic or fantasy-related specialty shops operated nationwide, many of them part of multistore chains, up from an estimated 200 or 300 in 1974. Pacific was operating out of a 2200-square-foot office-warehouse on Ronson Road in Kearny Mesa. The company had 500 wholesale accounts and grossed just under a million dollars that year, according to Steve. It soon rented an adjacent 2200-square-foot space as well.
Of course, Pacific's pipeline from the publishers direct to comic shops cut out the distribution firms that had long been supplying comics to retailers, under long-standing union contracts.
Greg Pharis ran a shop in Kensington called Golden State Comics. Currently the owner of San Diego Comics, near SDSU, Pharis recalls, "Steve was really worried about rumors that guys from the local ARA [periodical distributors], which was said to be Mafia controlled, were out to get him and Bill. He told me once that someone had knocked out his windows and he'd been personally threatened a few times...he was obviously anxious and scared, rightfully so, but you could tell he was also a little pleased and proud that he'd gotten the big guys' attention in such a big way."
Pacific's distributorship thrived in part because it carried titles produced specifically for the direct market -- Jack Katz's First Kingdom had debuted in 1974, Arcade (edited by Bill "Zippy the Pinhead" Griffith and Art "Maus" Spiegelman) and Harvey Pekar's American Splendor in 1975, and Dave Sim's Cerebus the Aardvark in late 1977.
Also in 1981, rival distributor Capital City launched its own black-and-white title, Nexus, a futuristic superhero series by Mike Baron and Steve Rude. With their own distribution network already in place, the Schanes brothers decided they were in a perfect position to become publishers themselves. This seemed unlikely, given their modest financial means -- they were still paying off debt from a $300,000 bank loan taken out in 1979 at 25 percent interest -- but the brothers were industrious, not to mention ballsy.
Interviewed in October 2003, Steve Schanes explains, "I figured if you want to get people's attention with a new comic book, who better to do it with than the King of Comics, Jack Kirby! We were already friends with Jack. We used to send him free copies of comics he'd drawn for other publishers because they never sent him any! So I just went ahead and called him on the phone, and he turned out to be a nice guy, completely accessible...we negotiated a whole detailed publishing deal between the two of us. No middlemen."
Jack Kirby was living in Thousand Oaks and doing animation designs for TV shows like Thundarr the Barbarian. He'd basically quit the comic business in 1977, after having received little more than a weekly salary since the '40s, despite creating or cocreating iconic characters Captain America, the Hulk, the Boy Commandos, and the Silver Surfer. Kirby received no money from the spin-off comics, reprints, TV shows, cartoons, or movies, nor from the lunch boxes, action figures, board games, Halloween costumes, trading cards, posters, buttons, T-shirts, footie pajamas, or Underoos.
This was because creators at Marvel and DC labored on a "work for hire" basis; they were paid a per-page rate and forced to sign contracts that granted them no proprietary rights to their own creations. To cash their paychecks, they had to waive all rights to their work, even to characters, story lines, and entire series they had thought up and developed. The publisher owned it all, right down to the original hand-drawn artwork, and the notion of royalties was unheard of.
The Schaneses told Kirby that they wanted only publishing rights to new works; he could keep ownership of anything new and copyrightable he created. They'd even help him license characters for use overseas or in television, film, or other media.
Pacific was also the first company to offer Kirby royalty payments according to a comic's sales figures: 8 cents on the dollar and 10 cents for comics selling over 100,000 copies. If Marvel comics, selling around 150,000 copies on average, had offered royalties akin to Pacific's, this would have worked out to $13,000 in payments to the artist.
But this was not done in comics previous to Pacific. In the '70s, Superman creators Jerry Siegel and Joe Shuster had to sue DC Comics just to get meager financial compensation and byline credit for their billion-dollar creation (each settled for $30,000 annual lifetime payments -- Siegel and Shuster were both 17 years old in 1939, when DC paid them $200 for the rights to Superman).
Kirby had a partially drawn project called "Captain Victory and the Galactic Rangers," originally the storyboard to a proposed screenplay and then planned as a book-length graphic novel with no publisher in mind. The artist was happy to let the Schaneses break up his story line into chapters -- with Pacific staffers and freelancers inking and coloring the artwork to present Captain Victory as a bimonthly comic-book serial.
The first issue of Captain Victory hit comic shops in August 1981, selling around 70,000 copies. "Those were incredible numbers, right up there with Marvel and DC," Steve Schanes informs me. Within six months, circulation was up to 85,000 per issue, and the comic had been licensed for publication in seven foreign countries. The third issue of Captain Victory netted Kirby a $6000 royalty check, and Pacific's publishing and distribution ventures together that year grossed about $1.2 million.
1981 -- The Year in Comics: Marvel takes notice of the growing direct market and produces a title specifically for comic shops -- Dazzler #1, with a roller-skating heroine, sells 400,000 copies, about twice normal for a Marvel comic. Pacific Comics Distribution circulates 28,000 copies. Artist Frank Miller (who'd go on to revolutionize the Batman character in the Dark Knight Returns series) writes Daredevil, initiating a trend toward grim, urban story lines. John "X-Men" Byrne begins writing and drawing The Fantastic Four. The Flash hits issue #300. Dean and Jan Mullaney found Eclipse Magazine, an independent black-and-white series. Midwest distributor Big Rapids goes under -- two former employees, John Davis and Milton Griepp, form Capital City Distribution, headquartered in Madison, Wisconsin.
Steve Schanes says it fell upon him to find and negotiate deals with creators, while brother Bill took on the nuts-and-bolts aspects of business and accounting. "I just was a little older, with a little better vocabulary, not any smarter than Bill -- he's as smart as they come -- but I was a little more comfortable on the phone. And also I have a background in art, I have a degree in sculpture...so I'm very familiar with the terms of art, its vocabulary and how art is done, and that gave me insight into artists. It was natural that I was the one to talk to the creators."
Jack Kirby agreed to let Pacific publish a second creation, Silver Star, and the Schaneses began to envision a line of comics representing a variety of genres. Not esoteric black-and-white low-print-run underground comics like those being self-published by Robert Crumb and other West Coast contemporaries in San Francisco and L.A., but full-color titles that emulated -- maybe even competed with -- the mainstream superhero comics from Marvel and DC.
To that end, the Schaneses put out word that they were open to pitches, from pros and novices alike. Offered the chance to own and profit from their own creations – and encouraged by Jack Kirby’s participation with Pacific - top-name talents from the Big Two were soon talking to Pacific.
Mike Grell was drawing the syndicated Tarzan comic strip and had written and drawn about 50 issues of the popular Warlord comic, a series he created for DC Comics under work-for-hire, when Steve Schanes first contacted him. "I was actually the first person to sign with them," says Grell. "Jack Kirby signed a couple of weeks later. But because Jack was Jack, he'd draw half a book while we were speaking! [laughter] He delivered his first, and it was printed first, but I was actually the first person to sign."
Grell recalls, "I had Starslayer originally planned as a DC project, and it was destined to be a direct counterpoint of Warlord. Instead of a modern man in a primitive society, I decided to go the other way around and take a primitive man and put him into the middle of a very futuristic society and watch what happened there. It was actually on the schedule at DC...it had been announced, but it fell by the wayside. So Steve and Bill knew about Starslayer, and they said, 'I understand you have a project, and we'd be very interested in having you come over and do it.' "
1982 -- The Year in Comics: Camelot 3000, a 12-issue maxi-series, is the first comic DC produces exclusively for the direct market. Marvel caters to comic collectors with Wolverine, a four-issue X-Men spin-off. G.I. Joe comics outsell X-Men and Superman (whose sales hover around 200,000 per issue). Former Marvel creator Steve Gerber is suing the publisher over rights to a character he created, Howard the Duck. Slice-of-life series Love and Rockets (Fantagraphics) by the Hernandez brothers debuts. New indie publisher First Comics lures famed Dr. Strange artist Frank Brunner to do a new fantasy series, Warp. To stop the flood of defecting creators, DC Comics begins offering royalties to artists and writers of regular newsstand comics that sell more than 100,000 copies -- about 5 percent of the 60-cent cover price -- with Marvel soon following suit. Epic Magazine is Marvel's sanitized version of Heavy Metal, with the anthology's creators receiving royalty payments based on sales.
I bought my first fistful of Pacific Comics at the 1982 San Diego Comic-Con (where Dave Stevens won a Russ Manning Memorial Award as Most Promising New Artist). An aspiring comic artist myself, I was still 7 years away from my first professional assignment and 14 years away from launching the "Overheard in San Diego" comic strip for the Reader. I'd end up working on around 300 comic books, from a variety of publishing companies, including one I headed up -- Revolutionary Comics -- and one I owned -- Re-Visionary Press -- but at that time I was just another rabid Jack Kirby fan who felt a nearly unholy thrill upon finding not only a new Kirby comic but one apparently released by a San Diego publisher. I paid my buck-a-pop and sat down to devour the first few Captain Victory issues on a busy staircase outside the dealer's room.
(Even MORE rare – uninked Kirby Cap Victory pencils!)
The thrill quickly faded.
Kirby was 76 years old, two or three generations out of touch with his audience. Captain Victory reeks of unhip dialogue steeped in '60s kid-show tradition. If you doubt how bad the comic is, that first issue contains the line "You can bet your rootie toot tooties I'm a real alien!" Issue #4 introduces a troll-like character with a big red nose and 3-D glasses in a cringeworthy cover blurb reading, "Are you ready for the Goozlebobber!?!" Not Kirby's best work -- some would say it's his worst -- but it wasn't as delusional as the Devil Dinosaur (and Moon-Boy) series he did for Marvel in 1978, rejected after nine issues by readers and employers alike.
With Captain Victory, along with Kirby's equally joyless follow-up title Silver Star, now exposed to critical scrutiny, the comic-book kingdom could no longer ignore the fact that its king had lost his crown. Letters printed in later issues confirmed that readers were scratching their heads, not sure what to make of the return of King Kirby or of this new company, Pacific Comics.
Irrespective of hastily drawn artwork, the poor visuals of Captain Victory weren't entirely Kirby's fault. Early issues were printed on porous newsprint that absorbed the color ink, making for muddy and often illegible pages. Even the initial preproduction coloring was problematic, since nobody at Pacific had ever worked on a color comic book before.
Steve Oliff was freelancing at Marvel when Pacific contacted him to do catalog covers and to color Frank Cirocco's artwork for a set of Lord of the Rings portfolio prints. The Schaneses chose Oliff as the colorist for flagship titles Captain Victory and Starslayer. "It was the first time I'd tried flat, coded, hand separated color," he recalls in an essay posted on his olyoptics.com website. "I had visions of doing flat color like it had never been done before by using some of the full-color tricks I'd learned on the Hulk and Moon Knight. I even went so far as to add Zip-a-tone [pasted-on dot patterns] to Jack's original art on Captain Victory #1 to get the added tonal values. My good intentions aside, the coloring came out dark and muddy rather than dramatic and moody."
"It [Captain Victory] wasn't the best story Jack ever wrote, and I'm afraid I really wasn't giving it the look he wanted, so he fired me. I've never really been comfortable with flat color. Even though it was a shock to be fired by a boyhood idol, I probably deserved it. I still had Mike Grell's book, and I had some small side projects, so I just kept on searching for more full-color work." Oliff and his Olyoptics firm went on to color Marvel's X-Men: God Loves, Man Kills graphic novel, becoming one of the industry's most prolific and acclaimed production houses. Captain Victory ran for a total of 13 regular comic issues and a one-shot special.
"At that time," says Steve Schanes, "Marvel and DC were printing on the cheapest low-end newsprint paper with the most economical ink. We started experimenting, partly because we didn't know any better, with upgraded paper and ink. We went from standard newsprint to Mando book stock, coated covers, and then something called Baxter paper, perfectly white so that the inks don't bleed and the colors appear perfectly bright and almost three-dimensional. Our comics ended up looking far superior to what Marvel and DC were putting out."
Seeing the enthusiasm and the sales generated by comic-book shops, Marvel and DC began producing comics for the new, mostly adult and well-monied marketplace. Pacific's success in attracting top creators and generating sales forced Marvel and DC to play catch-up with Pacific by granting creator rights, paying royalties on sales, and upgrading printing processes and paper stock. The Big Two flooded the direct-sales market with glossy offerings, and Marvel even started up a creator-owned line known as Epic Comics with longtime comic editor Archie Goodwin at the helm.
Pacific continued distributing merchandise from others as well as publishing its own comics, running both companies out of a 17,000-square-foot office-warehouse where they'd moved in July 1982, just off Miramar Road at 8423 Production Avenue. That same year, the Schaneses purchased a firehouse in Steeleville, Illinois, for $50,100, near World Color Press in Sparta, where the majority of U.S. comic books were printed. Pacific converted the firehouse into a distribution hub. It was also operating warehouses in L.A. and Phoenix at the time.
The Schaneses were printing about 500,000 comic books in Sparta every month. They employed around 40 people at their San Diego operation alone. Steve Schanes told the Reader in a September 1982 cover story, "Two Boys and Their Comic Books," that Pacific had already grossed $3.5 million that year and expected to take in over $5 million in 1983.
Arnold Henning, a friend of a mutual friend, worked as Pacific's foreign shipping manager. Promising to recommend me for the next available gig in his department, Henning invited me up to the Production Avenue headquarters to take a tour of the warehouse. I was in nerd nirvana, shuffling around wide-eyed and speechless as I checked out the seemingly endless, depthless shelves overflowing with new comics, graphic novels, magazines, toys, Japanese models, and hundreds of other items, including years' worth of back issues of Cerebus, Zap Comix, and The Fabulous Furry Freak Brothers. Pacific-published comics in sealed boxes were stacked up by the palletload and being shuffled around by guys on forklifts. About a half dozen employees packed customer orders in various departments spread out over two floor levels in the warehouse.
I didn't step into the offices in front of the building until several weeks later, when I was invited by Bill Schanes in response to a playfully constructed résumé I'd sent comprising drawings of various Pacific comic characters extolling the virtues of my work ethic and experience via hand-drawn word balloons.
Bill hired me as a shipping and receiving clerk. My job involved filling orders from backstock and breaking up shipments of new comics from dozens of publishers once a week. This last endeavor, "new-comic day," was everyone's favorite part of the workweek. The center aisle of the warehouse would be filled with rows and rows of brand-new issues, sometimes even overseas and underground comics, all fresh from the presses and smelling of damp ink and newsprint. First we had to fill invoices for San Diego customers, who'd be pounding at the door in a few hours to get their goodies in order to open their shops, but then there was time to read the comics, to catch up on the numerous titles and types of creative offerings coming out from publishers and producers all over the planet.
On a typical workday, I might be putting together sets of Elfquest magazines for an account in Germany or designing a start-up rack with Mobile Suit Gundam blueprints, Battle of the Planets toys, and Speed Racer Viewmaster reels for a local retail store about to go into Japanimation.
Or I could be standing in an assembly line, going through hand-drawn animation cels from the movie Heavy Metal and throwing away damaged or chipped cels, stuffing the rest into portfolio packets printed by the Schaneses (they'd bought a huge stash of production cels from the film company). Of course, we put aside ports with the best cels for ourselves, using our 25 percent employee discount to pay only $56.25 (retail $75.00) for ten complete cels -- today, Heavy Metal animation cels go for $500 to $2000 each.
During my first few weeks at Pacific, I was given a peek at the production side of the business by new colorist Paul Tallerday. He took me into the artroom to show me a seat-of-the-pants technique he was using to add flesh tone to a drawing by Gray Morrow for the cover of the artist's new Pacific series Edge of Chaos.
Tallerday took a clear sheet with a line drawing of a bare-chested male centaur and laid it over a Playboy centerfold photo, the woman's midriff seen through the clear acetate and forming what now looked like the texture of the centaur's back. "I'm just now figuring out how to shoot this stuff on the camera," he admitted. "I have no idea what I'm doing, but this seems to work, doesn't it?"
I had to admit that it DID seem to work, marveling at the inventive low-tech verve it took to just jump in and do something, learning how to do so as you go along. That was the vibe in the front office at Pacific -- a bunch of overgrown kids whose clubhouse had suddenly, overnight, become a corporation ---- a corporation that published upward of a dozen comic books each month.
It didn't feel like a corporation, however -- running the company had become a family affair, with the duo's father, Steven E. Schanes, hired in 1982 as financial vice president and mother Christine Marra serving as office manager. Bill and Steve's older brother Paul (everyone called him Pablo) quit his job as a welder to work in the financial records department, and sister Chris, an L.A.-based attorney, provided counsel on legal affairs.
The pay was good (I started at $6.50 an hour), and it was a more than pleasant workplace atmosphere, and not just because of the endless supply of reading material.
Underground comic icon Robert Crumb autographed a bunch of plates in an art portfolio containing prints by him and various other underground artists. The creator of Mr. Natural and Fritz the Cat and the cofounder of the original Zap Comix stubbornly insisted on signing with a pencil rather than a pen, causing many of his plates to get smudged and discarded. "I didn't even want to do this, but it's the only way I can get paid," he told us. "I hate my fans, I hate autograph collectors, and I hope every one of my signatures rubs off later."
I was starstruck. Meeting the wizened little guy in the wrinkled suit was like meeting a comic character -- he looked just the way he drew himself in his strips. Not only that, he smelled the way you'd expect Robert Crumb to smell. His personal aroma was a mixture of moldy paper, crotch sweat, dusty old 78 rpm record jackets, decaying food, and powerful four-alarm head-to-toe B.O., surely adopted to shun interaction with other human beings, the bulk of whom he despised.
It was even more exciting to meet mainstream comic artist Neal Adams. His influential art style -- realistic, fluid, and dynamic, whether depicting subtleties such as facial expressions or exaggeratedly violent action sequences -- is credited with rejuvenating DC comics like Batman and Green Lantern/Green Arrow.
Adams came to Pacific's office with an art portfolio he'd published himself in 1979, "The New Heroes," containing a drawing of an ecologically correct superhero he was calling Ms. Mystic, which Pacific agreed to publish as a series.
The first ad in Captain Victory #2 read, "Against all the forces that set to despoil all that is good in nature stands...Ms. Mystic!" The series was originally announced for release "sometime in 1982." Artwork dribbled in a few pages per quarter, and the comic finally came out in September '82. It would be the end of 1983 before Adams would finish enough pages to publish a second issue.
Another Pacific plant visitor was underground artist Dan O’Neill (famed for his Mickey Mouse spoof Air Pirates Funnies, which got him sued by Disney). One afternoon during this period while visiting the office, O’Neill agreed to step out to the railroad tracks behind the warehouse with several staffers to get high.
After the five of us passed around a hastily rolled joint, O’Neill pulled out a candlestick-sized metal box from his pants pocket and removed his own superdoobie, a joint of heroic proportions, in keeping with the larger-than-life four-color heroes of his chosen field of endeavor. The thing was like a roll of tarpaper with an ash on the end. You practically needed fireplace tongs for the roach clip.
After eschewing oxygen for the ten minutes it took to toast the monster joint, we all stumbled back into the building, squinting and giggling and reeking like Tommy Chong's beard.
To my amazement, O’Neill made at least four more trips to the tracks that afternoon, though only one staffer to my knowledge managed to accompany him every time and apparently keep up with his prodigious intake. I was so zoned I could barely tell Robotech from Battletech from Star Trek.
The editorials for Pacific's comics were written by a shaggy, bearded, and bespectacled guy in the front office named David Scroggy. If you knew him back then, you won't be surprised to learn that he was the staffer who made it to the railroad tracks all five times with Dan O’Neill.
Scroggy had been working in comics since 1975 as a retailer and on the committee of the newly-founded San Diego Comic-Con. Meeting the Schanes through his Comic-Con activities, by the late ‘70s Scroggy was general manager of Pacific's four San Diego stores (at SDSU, and in P.B., Clairemont, and Oceanside).
Interviewed in May 1984, Scroggy said “As the company evolved into a direct-sales distributor and then to a publisher, I wore many hats along the way…there was an opportunity to move one hundred percent into publishing, which is what I wanted to do.”
Scroggy proved a great go-between in working with often temperamental and almost always ego-fragile creators, many of whom had never fully owned – and been fully responsible for – their creations before. “Sometimes you’re dependent on creators to deliver you a whole package, and if they’re late, or weak in certain areas, sometimes with creator-owned books you don’t have the ability to go in and, say, assign an inker, or get a scripter.”
It was Scroggy, in fact, who brought to Pacific one of comicdom's most reclusive artists, Steve Ditko, cocreator of Spider-Man and Doctor Strange.
"He [Ditko] has created an entirely original, decidedly different character for your enjoyment: The Missing Man," Scroggy announced in a July '82 editorial. "We will preview The Missing Man in the next issue of Captain Victory...after his debut in Captain Victory #6, The Missing Man will be featured in a new title: Pacific Presents. This will be a 'three-shot' mini-series...so our line is growing, slowly but surely. We have some outstanding projects in the works, featuring some of the greatest talents in the world of comics. Stick with us for an exciting and surprise-filled year."
Steve Ditko ranks among the most talented comic creators ever, and this Missing Man was a certainly a surprise, albeit not a very exciting one.
Like Kirby's '80s work, Ditko's offering wasn't "retro" enough to be quaint, and yet it was far too removed from his classic Marvel work two decades earlier to appeal to fans expecting that sort of minimalist superhero adventuring. Missing Man was ostensibly a private detective, drawn as a mostly transparent character -- nothing but hair, ears, arms, legs, and a set of glasses hanging suspended in midair where his face ought to be. The script, by Mark Evanier, had people standing around a lot with dopey "Wot the..." expressions, saying things to each other like "He's here and yet he's not here. I don't know where to stab!" Subsequent Missing Man stories in Pacific Presents were increasingly incoherent, and the series disappeared after issue #3.
1983 -- The Year in Comics: With the success of the direct market, new publishers emerge. Canadian artist Dave Sim, creator of Cerebus the Aardvark, begins his own publishing imprint, Aardvark-Vanaheim, to present comics by indie artists, such as Neil the Horse by Arn Saba and Flaming Carrot by Bob Burden. The motion picture Superman III, featuring Richard Pryor, marks the rapid descent of DC/Warners film franchise into camp and mediocrity.
Pacific was releasing more than just monthly four-color comics. The company also published a magazine-sized black-and-white reprint of Rog 2000 stories that superstar Marvel artist John Byrne had done in the '70s for long-gone Charlton Comics. Under its parent company name, Blue Dolphin Enterprises, Pacific Comics published a 108-page sword-and-sorcery graphic novel called Ghita of Alizarr (1983) by Red Sonja artist Frank Thorne and a comic-strip reprint booklet Famous Movie Stars of the '30s (1984).
Schanes & Schanes was the firm behind dozens of art portfolios and autographed prints, by the likes of Chris Miller, Rowena, and Mike Kaluta. All were designed and distributed out of the Production Avenue office-warehouse. (See below printing proof, signed off by Kaluta – did I promise “the Inside Story” or what!)
As word got around the industry about Pacific's sales momentum, more talents came over from the Big Two.
Bruce Jones was a fairly established comics scribe who'd written Conan and Red Sonja comics for Marvel, as well as short horror tales for Creepy and Eerie. "I got a call from Steve Schanes at Pacific Comics offering me just about carte blanche on my own line of books and the opportunity to move to sunny California," he says. "It was too much to resist." Jones moved to Coronado and brainstormed and wrote two titles for Pacific: Twisted Tales and Alien Worlds, anthology comics designed in the old Tales From the Crypt/Weird Science vein, with three or more self-contained "mature readers" stories in each issue.
Jones's third Pacific series, Somerset Holmes, was a noir crime drama concerning a woman who wakes up one day unable to remember her own identity. Instantly embroiled in dangerous, life-threatening situations, she must solve the mystery of who she is while trying to stay alive. The suspenseful soap opera, cocreated with wife April Campbell and artist Brent Anderson (later of Astro City), was unusual fare for comics, both dramatic and cinematic. "I was terribly manic about the production details, rushing around to printers and typesetters and moving logos and color schemes all over the covers to get them just right, redesigning this, tinkering with that."
Jones reflects, "It was very rewarding creatively...we were breaking new ground at every turn back then with technical things -- the coloring, the glossy stock, the painted covers, the whole darker, adult feel. It was a very kinetic, very experimental, and fun time. And scary. We had no idea how this stuff was going to finally look or how it might be received. But it was exhilarating. I had total autonomy on my books. I was the packager, PC was the publisher, and Steve and Bill Schanes just left me alone to run things my way. I doubt I'll ever see that kind of unbridled freedom again. I'm not sure anybody should have that much carte blanche; it's too easy to abuse it."
Jones’ comics for Pacific were among the first comic books sold on the open market – ie alongside Marvel and DC - to carry “Mature Readers” content labels, voluntarily, some half dozen years before the PMRC would form and demand similar labels for record albums.
“I think we’re still the only color comics publisher making that recommendation,” said Pacific’s David Scroggy in 1984. “So we have titles like Twisted Tales and Alien Worlds that, within the context of a good, well-written story, are also not turning away from sex or violence in the context of their specific genres…we are not trying to be gratuitous with sex and violence, and we’re not trying to do X-rated comic books.”
Groo the Wanderer was a funny spoof of sword-and-sorcery comics drawn by popular Mad magazine doodler Sergio Aragonés and written by Mark Evanier. The character had first appeared in a 1981 comic, Destroyer Duck, from the independent publisher Eclipse.
In his "POV" column for the trade magazine Comics Buyer's Guide (December 2, 1994), Evanier recalled that he and Aragonés originally considered forming their own company. "We talked for much of an afternoon, finally deciding that creating this new comic plus founding a firm to publish it equaled at least one task too many for the two of us...I suggested we offer the Schanes brothers the chance to publish Groo. We did, they agreed...and Pacific published Groo the Wanderer #1 in late 1982, after first previewing the little monster in the Starslayer comic then being done for them by Mike Grell."
Other than Mad magazine, humor titles had long suffered a poor track record in comic shops, but initial orders for Groo mirrored those of contemporary Pacific titles Alien Worlds and Kirby's Silver Star.
However, despite the success of all the new indie comic titles, from Pacific AND from dozens of other emerging publishers, the total market share for non Marvel and DC comics was still decidedly small. In Spring 1984, David Scroggy broke down some Pacific Distribution numbers: “Marvel had approximately 58.5 percent of the total number of comic copies sold, and DC had about 28 or 29 percent. And then all of the independents COMBINED accounted for something like 10 to 13 percent of the [total] market.”
1984 -- The Year in Comics: Kevin Eastman and Peter Laird self-publish 3000 copies of a new humor comic called Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. The Supergirl film fails to set any box office records. Most newsstand comics from Marvel and DC cost 60 cents -- Pacific's direct-market titles, printed on upgraded Baxter bond paper, cost $1.00.
In 1984, Steve announced his plan to bring 3-D back to comics, a fad that had flared briefly in the '50s, when printing techniques precluded satisfactory three-dimensional art separation. He'd been in contact with Ray Zone, whose production house, 3-D Zone, refined a way of reconstructing line artwork into three-dimensional images.
"I did a 3-D conversion job with Jack Kirby for Honeycomb cereal," remembers Zone on his website. "Jack drew great images of a kid on a skateboard, a baseball player, and a scene with a BMX bicycle. I sent down a proposal to Bill and Steve Schanes at Pacific with copies of the Honeycomb 3-D sports action posters and a specific proposal for a 3-D comic that had all the prices I was charging, including the glasses that could bind into the book. They got back to me in late 1983 and said they wanted to do a book [Alien Worlds 3-D]. Early in 1984, the art started coming in, and again, I was just thrilled and amazed to see incredible art by John Bolton, Bill Wray, Dave Stevens, Rand Holmes, and Art Adams. That was Art Adams's first published work, by the way." Adams later gained fame doing Longshot and various X-Men titles for Marvel.
Sales on many Pacific titles were dropping; One-shots like Demon Dreams (1984, horror stories by Arthur Suydam) and Pathways to Fantasy (with a Barry Windsor-Smith cover) became more common (Pathways was scheduled to have subsequent issues, but the title was cancelled after #1).
Many of the new books were actually reprints of older comics, from other publishers (Charlton’s Rog2000, old comics by Jerry “Famous Features” Iger, Berni Wrightson and Wally Wood, etc.), though it wasn’t always clear from the zingy repackaging that a Pacific comic with a brand-new Dave Stevens T&A cover may actually contain half-century old comic strip reprints. The comic market was already being glutted by reprints, from Marvel and DC on down the line.
“Most of the reprints Pacific is doing,” said Dave Scroggy in 1984, “are material that’s never been in color before. And, also, it’s material that hasn’t been widely available before. Obviously, when you’re doing a reprint, you don’t have as much initial [cash] outlay, and when you’re commissioning a [new] comic book, you’re really putting out a lot of money that you don’t see a return on for quite a long time.”
Adams did manage to turn in a one-shot comic in 1983 called Skateman, a tale of a roller-skating superhero that made Marvel's Dazzler seem like Proust by comparison. Several palletloads of unsold Skateman comics gathered dust, and no amount of salesmanship could unload them on accounts who were by now too savvy to believe that a "marquee name" on a comic cover guaranteed sales.
Several titles were constantly running late, in part due to creator-owned properties whose publication depended on the creator delivering on-time.
“Pacific’s business has expanded very rapidly,” said David Scroggy in May 1984, “and in several cases we’ve caused delays through both our inexperience as publishers and just the strain of having to expand our production facilities and acquire equipment and people…it takes a long time to do that when you don’t have the monetary resources of a Marvel or DC.”
We did moderate numbers with a six-part series called Elric of Melniboné (1984), featuring characters created by Michael Moorcock. But then First Comics acquired the rights to Elric, and Pacific, which had spent a lot of money to market and introduce Elric to comic shops, was put in the position of distributing it for a rival publisher.
Then Pacific lost Starslayer after only six issues when creator Mike Grell announced that he was taking his book to First Comics. It had been running late since the debut issue (originally announced for August '91, then October, and finally released just before Christmas). "Pacific had not succeeded in doing what they had intended," Grell said, "at least not very well, I had thought, and there was some organizational difficulty and some other problems they just couldn't surmount."
Though Starslayer probably generated more income for Grell than it did for the Schaneses, the loss of a high-profile title to a rival publisher engendered bad industry PR. Other creators negotiating with Pacific began to wonder what the problems were and whether they should also be talking to alternate indies. However, Pacific's reputation was the least of its problems.
"The reason Pacific Comics failed can be summed up very simply," Steve Schanes informs me. "We had two lines of activity: publishing and distribution. Most of our comic books still made money hand over fist, but there was a big problem in distribution. We extended too much credit to retailers who didn't pay us on a timely basis, and we were already working on a minuscule profit margin, maybe 5 percent to 8 percent. We didn't push hard enough to get the money from receivables, who owed us hundreds of thousands of dollars. If you had to boil down the single biggest reason we blew it, that would be our poor cash management on the distribution side."
Meanwhile, newer indie publishers, inspired by Pacific's success, competed with it for readers, as did resurgent underground publishers Kitchen Sink, Last Gasp, and Rip Off Press, whose titles were distributed through Pacific's warehouses. And surely other publishers -- Capital City (whose Nexus comic outsold several Pacific titles), Comico, Aardvark-Vanaheim, Educomics, Quality, Eagle, Eclipse, First, Vortex, New Media, Fantagraphics, Mirage -- feared that having Pacific, a rival publisher, as their distributor could result in their being cut off from comic shops.
Seeing and exploiting this, dozens of smaller distributors were springing up all over the country, even in San Diego. Nearly a quarter of Pacific's 800 or so comic-shop accounts defected to alternate distributors in 1984, skipping out on paying Pacific for upwards of three months' worth of comic books. Compounding matters, often those distributors were getting their comics through Pacific, and they too would stiff us on the bill, using their unpaid booty to lure away wholesale customers already in debt to Pacific.
Then there were internal struggles. Certain employees were accused of shirking duties, malfeasance, and outright theft. In addition, our customers had taken to stealing merchandise on pickup days from other comic shops' stock, forcing Pacific to rope off part of the warehouse and restrict access to merchandise.
Also, there were repeated sexual harassment allegations made against someone in the front office…
If you've never worked at a once-thriving company in its death throes, you can scarcely imagine the morale among the rapidly decreasing staff. During those final six months, before everyone became resigned to the fact that the company didn't have a chance, Pacific hired a new controller, a corporate troubleshooter who spent his first day interviewing the staff about our respective duties. "At that point," recalls Steve Schanes, "we recognized our shortcomings and hired appropriately but hired too late."
The controller, a middle-aged, heavyset, stone-faced guy whose tie could have been welded to his thorax, was always prowling underfoot, studiously taking notes, and almost never making eye contact with those to whom he was speaking, thus increasing the uneasiness.
In the warehouse, shipping clerk Grant McKinnon was promoted to replace Henning as foreign shipping manager. A few weeks later, McKinnon was gone and I replaced him, despite having little idea what the job entailed -- the controller just handed me a set of Rolodex and a stack of unfilled invoices and said, "You're our man." There was no pay increase.
Each morning, I carpooled to the warehouse with a pretty and formerly perky young lady named Penny Granger, who ran the retail sales department and had been working for the Schaneses since Pacific was in the old Clairemont shop. The 20-minute ride became a nonstop tirade about how poorly she felt she was being treated by Pacific in general and by Bill and Steve in particular.
On paydays, at one second after 5:00 p.m., the remaining two dozen or so employees would rush en masse out the doors and peel out of the parking lot in all directions, racing to the nearest check-cashing outlets and devising the most inventive shortcuts to ensure we'd get our paychecks cashed, because the final few inevitably bounced. Warehouse manager Joe Bourgeois quit after three successive rubber checks, and by this point the corridors of the back warehouse nearly echoed with emptiness and inactivity.
Word got around the staff about lawsuits, either in progress or threatened. Pacific's parent company, Blue Dolphin Enterprises Inc., was sued over "contract work" by Ready Data Services Inc. in Bergen, New Jersey, Superior Court, eventually losing a $7241.19 judgment in December 1984. An article published in a comic-industry trade journal said that Pacific was nearly a million dollars in debt. I fielded several terse phone calls from lawyers representing comic creators, attempting to confirm foreign circulation figures on titles for which their clients were owed royalties.
Office managers from nearby businesses were walking through the warehouse as we tried to pack and ship orders, literally buying the racks and desks out from under us while we worked. Several hundred square feet of heavy-duty shelves were disassembled and sold to the 10,000 Auto Parts store on University Avenue in North Park.
Warehouse merchandise was being sold off at absurd, desperate discounts…
Only hours before a deal was to be signed with a liquidation company -- the San Diego Wholesale Credit Association -- Steve Schanes decided that he wanted to transport a truckload of Pacific backstock and personal property from Production Avenue to a rented storage locker about two miles away on Miramar Road. Soon, everything in Pacific's stock warehouse would become property of the liquidators, and then it would be illegal to remove from the premises. However, there was no money left to rent a truck.
Warehouse personnel took turns loading boxes onto forklift pallets and then driving out Production Avenue and down Miramar Road, tooling along on our forklifts at 12 mph, averaging one load per hour through rush hour until almost sunset. Aside from being scared of cops, we were scared of getting killed! It seemed like a risky endeavor just to stash away a few thousand Alien Worlds 3-D comics and the Schaneses' collection of Creepys and Eeries, and it didn't help that, between trips, we were all sneaking off to the railroad tracks behind the warehouse and emboldening ourselves by passing around joints of increasingly Dan O’Neill-like proportions.
We lived to tell, and nobody got arrested, but that day was one of many where just punching the time clock was akin to jumping out of an airplane -- we never knew for sure if the parachute was gonna work.
Not even T&A laden comics like Vanity (by Will Meugniot) and Legends of the Stargrazers (Bob McLeod) – no matter if they sported Dave Stevens covers --- could pump up the income enough to avoid the looming inevitable ----
(B&W cover was never published)
In August 1984, Bill and Steve assembled the employees and told us that Pacific Comics was closing and we'd be laid off by the end of September. Bill wrote me a somewhat overstated but effective letter of recommendation claiming I was "responsible for all aspects of export sales to over 20 countries," which had been technically true for only my last ten weeks with the company. I never got around to figuring out what the job description entailed. It was hard to do anything other than ship outstanding orders. We weren't allowed to answer the phones, and then one day they were disconnected anyway.
Above is an ad from my archive, for a group of Pacific issues that were either never published or ended up coming out from a different company. It’s fascinating to see what almost was! Note that among some British guys who were gonna work with Pacific in 1984, one of them was Alan Moore! With a little strip called V For Vendetta!!!!! That's right, V was originally going to show up in the U.S. way back in '84, from PC rather than DC. Another future movie property, like the Rocketeer…
Also, note Pacific’s plans for future Vertigo Comics stars Peter Milligan and Brendan McCarthy, and Frank Brunner’s “Seven Samuroid. I’ll have to look around to see if Frank Brunner's then-new story for Pathways to Fantasy #2 ever saw print -----
Other unrealized/unpublished Pacific comics included an all-new Sun Runners graphic novel by Pat Broderick & Roger McKenzie, more Axl Pressbutton reprints from the British magazine Warrior, an anthology comic called Challenger, and additional reprint packages by golden age creator Jerry Iger, featuring vintage work by Will Eisner, Frank Frazetta, Lou Fine, Matt Baker, and others.
Most everyone at Pacific spent the final few days reading comics and trying to look busy and making deals with the Schaneses to purchase this or that. Tons of stuff was thrown out. Anything slightly defective or overstocked was tossed into Dumpster bins behind the warehouse -- art prints, portfolios, comics, magazines, posters, back issues, toys, even production-related stuff like photocopies of uninked artwork, cover photostats, and advertising slicks (some of which is reproduced in this blog).
Employees tried to scavenge as much cool stuff as we could from the trash bins, but then Steve Schanes caught some San Diego comic-shop owners loading up their cars with Dumpster treasure intended for resale. He became so upset that he grabbed a hose, climbed onto the Dumpster, and turned it on, hosing down the Pacific throwaways until the bin was a pulp-filled swimming pool.
That was the only time I ever heard Steve use the F-word, and he used it a lot, standing atop the soaking refuse of his once-thriving corporation: "F-ing vultures wanna make f-ing money off my f-ing dead hide, well, f-them, I'll -ing teach 'em..."
Bruce Jones: "Unfortunately, when PC went belly-up and stopped with the paychecks, including mine, I was left holding the bag with the other creators to the tune of several thousand dollars. I wanted everyone I'd used on my books to get paid for what they did, even if it wasn't going to be published, so I did that by emptying my own bank account...there's a price to pay for creative freedom, sometimes quite a high one."
The final issues of Jones’ Twisted Tales, Alien Worlds, and the last two installments of Somerset Holmes were published by Eclipse Comics. Jones went on to work for DC's Vertigo line and on Spider-Man and The Incredible Hulk for Marvel, as well as writing novels for Doubleday, Dutton, and others.
Mark Evanier: "Pacific published eight issues of Groo the Wanderer, but the scent of their pending demise started to drift northward, from San Diego to our L.A.-based nostrils...they had comic-shop distribution, not access to regulation news outlets [where readers were familiar with Sergio's work from Mad]. Not only that, but the firm was in financial trouble...while the lawyers were playing ping-pong, Pacific Comics went belly-up. And right here is a splendid example of why creator-owned comics can better serve the creative community. Had Groo been owned by Pacific instead of Sergio, we couldn't have taken it elsewhere to keep it alive." Sergio and Evanier followed Bruce Jones to Eclipse Comics, which published the expanded-length Groo Special originally planned for Pacific. The bumbling barbarian next wandered over to Marvel for about ten years, moving again in 1994 to Image Comics and then to Dark Horse.
"By summer of 1984," he says, "they wanted cover art for a Sheena 3-D book, and although nobody knew it at the time, the company would be bankrupt within a couple of months. I remember I had just finished the last issue of [Pacific Presents The] Rocketeer, handed it in; then I did the Sheena cover. And I waited and never heard anything. So I called and reminded them I hadn't gotten the original art back yet. There was a hesitation on the other end of the line, and it turned out that the original had 'disappeared' from the offices the day it was shot, and it's never been seen since. Someone there had decided to take home a bonus! Boy, that one hurt. I was crushed, because I felt it was my best work to date, and I didn't even have a negative of it. Anyway, they did a quick fade right after that. Within a matter of weeks, they were basically gone as a publishing entity."
(Never-published Pacific version!)
A final Rocketeer special originally planned for Pacific (the cover had already been laid out with PC logos) was rushed to Eclipse for publication, hitting comic shops the very week that Pacific closed its doors (see below blog entry on Stevens to see what the original unpublished Pacific Presents #5 cover would have looked like).
In September 1984, when Bill and Steve signed the company's assets over to liquidators, those assets included about $400,000 in receivable accounts. Around the same time, Seagate, the distributorship that had pretty much launched the direct market (begun by Phil Seuling, who passed away in 1984), also went out of business.
Pacific sold its Southern California distribution centers to Bud Plant Inc. (where I ended up working for awhile), and its Steeleville, Illinois, warehouse and accounts went to Capital City Distribution. Capital used those assets to open an expanded facility in Seagate's old space in Sparta, alongside the comic-book printing plant.
1985 -- The Year in Comics: DC celebrates its 50th anniversary. Half of all comic-book sales in North America are made in direct-market comic shops. Jack Kirby returns to DC for a graphic novel, Hunger Dogs. Kirby never revives Captain Victory or Silver Star; though, after his death in 1994, grandson Jeremy Kirby writes new Captain stories around the King's old artwork, releasing them through a new imprint called Kirby Comics (1999).
"After we closed down Pacific and laid everyone off," says Steve Schanes, "it took Bill and me about six or eight months to work everything out with the bankruptcy attorneys, the liquidators, and all the grueling stuff that entailed. That takes a lot out of you, but one has to make a living. I decided that with what I now knew about publishing, and since I still had a lot of creator contacts, and since I now needed a job, my wife [Ann Fera, whom he married in 1981] and I would form our own comic-book company.”
“We needed to create a corporation quickly, so we set up a company headquarters in our two-story house and took the name of the street that we lived on, Blackthorne Avenue, and called it Blackthorne Publishing."
I went to work for Steve in his basement office and rented warehouses for several months….while I was disappointed in what had gone down at Pacific, Steve had always treated me fairly, paid me nicely and, well, he clearly needed some help getting Blackthorne off the ground…
Blackthorne's first release, in spring 1985, was Sheena, Queen of the Jungle, a comic book of reprinted quarter-century-old stories. It was originally scheduled as a Pacific publication, the one whose original Dave Stevens cover art had supposedly been stolen from Pacific's offices. "Dave didn't have a problem with me using it, and thanks to having his artwork on the cover, the comic was very successful."
Continuing on with cost-effective comic-strip reprints, Blackthorne's Dick Tracy series was overseen and edited by Shel Dorf, founder of the San Diego Comic-Con and a friend of Steve's since the early '70s, when both were part of an informal local comic collector's club. Other comic strip reprints included Terry and the Pirates, Star Hawks, Kerry Drake, and others.
Steve next made a deal to repackage old Ripley's "Believe It or Not" columns into comic-book format, each issue having a theme such as "Crime and Murder" or "Feats of Wonder." It was cheap to produce, with no up-front artist fees, and yet lucrative, especially when marketed in bookstores and through mall-type outlets and animation-themed gift boutiques.
"We had point-of-purchase display racks in about 2000 retail stores, outside the comic-book market -- a network we basically built ourselves from the ground up. Our sales representatives were going out there into stores to sell our products, plus we were going to all the trade shows for the gift shops and licensing industries. That brought us into a marketplace that hadn't seen many comics before: America's malls."
Blackthorne next pursued licensed properties in order to produce comic-book tie-ins that exploited recognizable names with mass-market appeal. The problem was that rights to biggies like G.I. Joe and Transformers were already locked up by the Big Two, in particular by Marvel, which held a Star Wars license that Steve coveted.
"The only way for us to get a product license based on Star Wars was to create a new product category," Steve explains, "so I approached Lucasfilm with the idea of 3-D as a novelty comic book. It turned out there was a legal loophole in their contract with Marvel that didn't cover what we were proposing."
Blackthorne's three-issue Star Wars 3-D series (December 1987 to August 1988) pumped cash into the company coffers, allowing Steve to move its headquarters from his house near Grossmont High School, where around a half dozen people worked five days a week, to an office-warehouse complex in El Cajon.
In 1987, the same legal loophole that allowed Blackthorne to do Star Wars 3-D comics landed them a license for The Transformers, a popular TV cartoon that had been a big success as a Marvel Comics series.
Additionally, there was a three-issue sketchbook series, The Official How to Draw G.I. Joe, which fell outside the parameters of Marvel's license agreement. Blackthorne also did good numbers on a How to Draw Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles series.
These mammoth properties generated mammoth sales; however, Steve tells me, "Strangely enough, our all-time best-selling 3-D comic was the California Raisins. They were a pop-culture phenomenon for years. We kept having to reprint that one again and again, 5000 or 10,000 copies at a time."
Aside from licensed properties, Blackthorne launched several dozen creator-driven black-and-white comic series. Like Pacific, Blackthorne provided aspiring creators with some of their first professional comic work. Artist Paul Chadwick drew Salimba, a scantily clad jungle heroine with amnesia whose mostly ten-page adventures were written by Steve Perry (later to do Star Wars and Aliens comics). Chadwick went on to create the award-winning Concrete series for Dark Horse. Artist Jeff Johnson was hired by Blackthorne straight out of high school, drawing Kull 3-D years before gaining recognition for his work on The Amazing Spider-Man and Justice League.
Unfortunately, most of Blackthorne's nonlicensed comics were poorly drawn imitations of other publishers' successful comics, like Mirage's Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Low-quality rip-offs Pre-Teen Dirty Jean Kung Fu Kangaroos and Cold-Blooded Chameleon Commandos did nothing to offset Blackthorne's growing reputation for exploitative, low-budget, lowest-common-denominator publishing. Mildly interesting Blackthorne titles like Nervous Rex (by future Disney Comics mainstay William Van Horn) were usually overlooked and failed after only a few issues.
An industry-award ceremony known as the Inkpot Awards was scheduled to be held at the 1987 San Diego Comic-Con, with important and influential figures in the comics field receiving "lifetime achievement" plaques. "Bill and I got an award for 'Fan Support,' " Steve told me, "and to this day I'm not really sure what it was for, exactly. I think they just wanted to recognize that these two guys had done something interesting -- nobody was exactly sure what -- that had somehow benefited and advanced the comic industry. People in the know, comics professionals and fans, they sometimes acknowledge and express appreciation to me about Pacific Comics and what we did, what we accomplished. It was nice to be recognized, but I still had to eke out a living and feed my family."
Figuring you can't beat the King of Pop for exploitable name recognition, Schanes bet the bank that a 3-D comic book based on Michael Jackson's Moonwalker, a longform 1988 video, would be a surefire sales success. He fronted a sizable licensing fee as well as signing a promise of royalty kickbacks to Moonwalker's "author," Jackson.
Released in 1989, six years after the breakthrough of Thriller, and falling between Jackson's 1987 Bad album and the child-molestation scandal that enveloped the singer-songwriter in 1993, Michael Jackson's Moonwalker in 3-D was a gigantic flop.
"We got involved with a distributor to the gift-store industry who promised all kinds of access-to-sales outlets, but unfortunately they never came through," explains Schanes. He declines to specify how much cash the fiasco cost Blackthorne, but my former employer at Revolutionary Comics, Todd Loren, once told me Steve claimed to him that Moonwalker incurred a loss of at least $50,000.
"Two events happened simultaneously that put Blackthorne in a position where it could no longer survive," Steve says today, with over a decade's worth of hindsight. "One was bad receivables accounting that had left the company about $150,000 in debt...in just one week, three different distributors went out of business, all of them owing us a ton of money." Unable to pay even his printer, 4L Printing, Blackthorne was sued in El Cajon Municipal Court, with the printer eventually winning a judgment in October 1994 for $22,972.00 ("that was all settled out of court," Steve claims).
"The second event was the fact that I had invested $80,000 or $90,000 in what I originally planned as a full line of color comic books under an imprint called Timeline, which Blackthorne was going to own outright. I had a hundred-page concept bible, there was planned product development for each character, we had sample artwork, character designs, everything. It never got off the ground, and all that time, effort, and especially money ended up being completely wasted."
On top of everything else, Steve says the IRS hit up Blackthorne with a bill for "well over six figures. The government basically used us as a test case to establish that freelance creators working from their own homes weren't classified as 'contract labor' but were actually employees, and I was responsible for paying all their taxes as such." He fought the matter for two years after Blackthorne ceased publishing ("We didn't go bankrupt; we just liquidated out," Steve says), losing his appeals. "We ended up getting the IRS to settle for a reduced payment plan from what they originally wanted...they eventually pretty much saw things our way."
In 1992, the California Franchise Tax Board suspended Blackthorne from operating for nonpayment of its taxes.
(Steve Schanes’ kids check out Blackthorne 3D comics and their wildly uneven artwork --- note RAMBO III ad on the back of a BOZO comic!! WTF?!?!?)
1988 -- The Year in Comics: Bud Plant Distribution, which in 1984 had purchased Pacific's wholesale accounts in Southern California, is up to seven warehouses with 80 employees. Plant sells the business to Diamond Comics Distributors, which has hired several Pacific mainstays. Ms Mystic is published on a semi-occasional basis by Neal Adams's own publishing company, Continuity. Sales on all comic books are dropping precipitously after a glut of self-published black-and-white comics. Retailers who overordered titles, hoping for another Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle¬like sales boom, are stuck with piles of unsold comics and going bankrupt.
I asked Steve Schanes what he was most proud of from his career as a comic-book publisher, which essentially ended with Blackthorne. "I'd say paving the way for creators to retain the rights to their own characters and to get royalties when their work is a success. That probably never would have happened if it weren't for those deals we worked out with Jack Kirby and Mike Grell. Once we proved it could be done, it became industry standard, but before we came along, there was no reason or incentive for a publisher to reward the creative people who made their comics possible and popular."
One longtime area comic retailer interviewed for this article scoffed at this proclamation. "Steve isn't a friend or supporter of creators' rights. Maybe he was in the early days at Pacific, but not anymore. Just recently, he was reprinting sets of Groo postcards, which were originally done as a promo item at Pacific, and auctioning them on eBay. The originals had a drawing of Groo by Sergio [Aragonés] printed on white cardstock. Steve totally exploits that this was a promotional item, not 'merchandise' like a comic book, and keeps reprinting and selling 'new' Groo postcards. He auctions them by the sheet, printed in hideous colors on flimsy laser paper so they aren't even technically postcards anymore. He gets $5 or $10 a pop, using a character that doesn't belong to him, that he has no rights to, and the auction description makes it sound like they're originals...it may technically be legal, but it's still lame."
Former Golden State Comics owner Greg Pharis says that Steve Schanes eventually showed little regard for comic-book artists and writers, despite Pacific's foundation on the notion of creators' rights and royalties. "He didn't seem to have much conscience or concern about all the people that they hung out to dry, people they owed money to. Like, how could Steve afford to immediately go into Blackthorne without paying off all those Pacific creators? How were those guys paying for their dinner while Steve signed some bankruptcy papers, bought a bunch of new equipment, and launched another comic-book company under another name?"
Several ex-Pacific staffers went on to notable gigs. Grant McKinnon took a job with Bill Graham Productions in San Francisco, as well as representing famed concert-poster artist Rick Griffin. David Scroggy began hosting comic-industry trade shows in San Diego, and he had already been representing creators with his art-brokerage firm while Pacific was still in operation. In 1993, he was hired by Dark Horse Comics, one of the few indie publishers to survive the '80s. As vice president of product development, he's overseen that company's successful expansion into action figures, lunch boxes, stickers, toys, and resin-statue kits.
I ended up working at Diamond’s San Diego warehouse, alongside Shambles singer/guitarist Bart Mendoza, as well as working at a retail comic shop in Mira Mesa, Comics Etc, inside a Newberry's store. Later, I began writing the series Rock 'N' Roll Comics in 1989, a title that became one of the best-selling comics of the '90s. In 1994, I founded Re-Visionary Press, whose Carnal Comics, cocreated with well-known adult film stars, remain the best-selling adults-only comic line in industry history.
Not all former Pacific employees fared so well. One secretary turned up working at a College Grove nudie nightclub, Jolar, where women in "private show booths" masturbated behind a glass partition for dollar tips. I know this because managing Jolar was my first post-Pacific job, and it was strange to now be a pimp for my former coworker (I can say this for her -- of all our girls, she had the biggest tips).
Many of Pacific’s creator owned titles went on to thrive with other publishers: Groo the Wanderer (Marvel, Dark Horse, etc.), Vanguard Illustrated feature Legends of the Stargrazers (Innovation), Starslayer (First Comics), and others.
Jack Kirby’s Captain Victory was revived in the ‘90s, planned for a short-lived publisher called Topps Comics, owned by the baseball card company. Comics legend Steve Englehart wrote the revival. “I wrote three double-sized issues,” he says on his website, “but the artist they chose for the interiors - not Paul Gulacy, [who did the covers for #1 and #2 below] - turned out to be not ready for prime time. They chose not to publish the issues they had, and by the time they went to look for a new artist the company was abandoning comics.”
(Unpublished Topps Captain Victory covers)
After Jack Kirby's death in 1994, his grandson Jeremy Kirby wrote new Captain Victory stories around the King's old artwork, releasing them through a new (short-lived) imprint called Kirby Comics (1999).
Bill Schanes was hired by Pacific's eventual successor, Diamond Comics Distribution. "When I first got here in '85," he says, "we were a rather small home office, so each person wore many different hats and performed many functions...I was working in customer service, sales, marketing, many different jobs. As time passed, we took over Bud Plant in 1988 with their more deluxe catalog system -- I took on the role of supervising Diamond's graphic arts department to help promote that part of this business as well."
1992/1993 -- The Year in Comics: Creator-owned comics are a hot topic once again, after the formation of Image Comics, cofounded by Spawn creator Todd McFarlane and several other defectors from Marvel's top series. Initially solicited and distributed by Malibu Comics, the titles are eventually taken over by the creators. DC ships between 2.5 and 3 million copies of Superman #75, featuring the (obviously temporary) "Death of Superman." They instantly vanish from shelves -- in Detroit alone, an estimated 175,000 copies sell in a single day. Many buyers think they're getting a surefire collector's item, unaware that the availability of so many copies guarantees them to be worth little.
In 1993, Steve Schanes decided to get back into comic retailing, opening two San Diego stores in a proposed chain of shops he called 100 Heroes. "There was a peak in the market in the early '90s, when it seemed like almost everybody was either reading or investing in comic books, around the time of the 'Death of Superman.' The first 100 Heroes store was at Parkway Plaza in El Cajon, and then I opened a second store the following year at North County Fair." Neither shop did well. The North County Fair shop closed first, after only a year in operation; the second location locked its doors about 18 months later.
Steve then moved to New Jersey to work for a start-up publisher, Broadway Comics, in Manhattan, serving as vice president of sales and marketing under Marvel's former editor in chief, Jim Shooter. A year later, that company too was about to close down, and Steve returned to San Diego to begin a home-based marketing-consulting firm.
Bill Schanes has risen at Diamond Comics Distribution to become vice president of purchasing, essentially second-in-command behind owner Steve Geppi. "My current responsibilities focus primarily on the purchasing of new product for Diamond. This includes reviewing all our contract negotiations with our suppliers, our vendors, making sure that the discounts and prices set by our brand managers are within our target goals to allow our customers to be competitive in the marketplace, while at the same time meeting our margin requirements. We've got about 25 people in the home office who report to me, as does the Diamond UK purchasing staff."
Diamond gained an advantage over other comic-book distributors in August 1995, when DC signed a deal to sell its comics exclusively through Diamond. In 1996, the company absorbed Capital City, and eventually, just about every other smaller-scale direct-market distributor, at least those that didn't go bankrupt or disappear.
When it comes to comic books and graphic novels, Diamond remains virtually the only full-service wholesale distributor to the comic-book, pop culture, gaming, specialty, and collectors' markets. The conglomerate enjoys exclusive handling arrangements with a number of publishers and provides the only sales network for all others. If Diamond doesn't carry a comic book, i.e., if Bill Schanes doesn't opt to purchase it, it has almost no chance of reaching the marketplace. Any marketplace. Since absorbing Capital City and wheeling and dealing other rivals out of the comic business in the '90s, Diamond has become a monopoly similar in many ways to the union network that enjoyed exclusivity to newsstands in the '60s and '70s.
It would seem ironic that Bill Schanes, who had a hand in disassembling the original good ol' boy publication-and-distribution framework in the name of equal opportunity, ended up supervising the rise of a new corporate behemoth that today crowds out start-up competition.
In many ways, Pacific formed the template for Image Comics, today's most successful San Diego¬-based comic company. Image began in 1992 as a publishing imprint where creators could own and profit from their characters. It was founded by Todd McFarlane (who'd made his name drawing Spider-Man and the Hulk), San Diego illustrator Jim Lee (known for an acclaimed run on the Punisher comic), and several other mainstream Marvel artists. Others joined up to form a staff of creators, including Jim Valentino, who'd once worked as a shipping clerk at Pacific's San Diego warehouse (I'm told I was hired at Pacific as Valentino's replacement).
Sales of Image titles, such as Spawn and Wildcats, quickly rivaled Marvel and DC in numbers that nobody before them, not even Pacific, had ever managed to pull off. Once again, the Big Two were forced to play catch-up with an upstart new indie publisher. Reportedly over a million copies of Todd McFarlane's Spawn #1 were printed and snapped up in multiples by eager comic consumers who made Image comics the best-selling independent titles of the past quarter century.
So, if Pacific arrived on the scene first with the idea, the distribution, the printing upgrades, the diverse comic-book titles, and the top-name creators, why didn't the Schaneses manage to grab ahold of the same brass ring that allowed Todd McFarlane the luxury of purchasing Mark McGwire's record-breaking 70th home-run baseball in 1999 for $2.7 million?
Greg Pharis has been around the comic business long enough (31 consecutive years in San Diego) to have an informed opinion about the Schaneses' strengths and weaknesses, not to mention the duo's legacy in 20th-century comic books:
(Los bros Schanes)
"Ultimately, what I recall most about Bill and Steve is that they were terrific fans. They had a lot of guts and some great ideas at times, but the actual execution and timing of their efforts always seemed to just sputter, if not completely fail. They're both very cool guys, excellent people to have in this hobby, in this industry, but together they were marginal to lousy businessmen."
In 1982, Pacific was printing about 500,000 comic books in Sparta, Illinois every month. They employed around 40 people at their San Diego operation alone. Co-owner Steve Schanes told the Reader in a September ‘82 cover story, "Two Boys and Their Comic Books," that Pacific had already grossed $3.5 million that year and expected to take in over $5 million in 1983.
The company made its initial mark by offering big-name creators like Jack “Fantastic Four” Kirby and Mike “Warlord” Grell royalties and ownership of their own creations. Pacific then upgraded the paper and color printing, to produce comics that often looked and felt superior to what was being put out by the big two comic companies, Marvel and DC.
Dave Stevens received a similar invite. Stevens was an aspiring comic artist who'd shopped at Pacific's retail stores, while attending City College. Stevens met with the Schaneses at the 1981 San Diego Comic-Con, just weeks after Jack Kirby’s Captain Victory hit comic shops and as Mike Grell's Starslayer was being launched. "The only reason I was even approached," Stevens said in an interview posted on his website, "was because Grell's second issue was shy a few pages and they had to fill those pages with something and they knew that I drew...they made the offer, 'Do whatever you want, but we need two installments of six pages.' So I said I'd see what I could come up with and went home and started kicking around some ideas."
After doing a promotional character drawing, Stevens devised his adventure strip, The Rocketeer, around that sketch: in Los Angeles in the 1930s, pilot Cliff Secord stumbles on a futuristic rocket pack, beginning an incredible world-spanning adventure. "It was my own personal homage to Commando Cody and all the other [movie] serial heroes of that era,” said Stevens. “I'd always been a huge fan of the serials. I loved all those edge-of-your-seat, cliff-hanging chapter plays...I wanted to do a real period aviation strip but with one small element of science fiction added -- the rocket pack! So I came up with the outfit and the name. You know, a funny take on the word 'racketeer': 'The Rocketeer.' I thought it sounded catchy, and the drawing seemed to work."
(Rocketeer character Bettie Page, based on the ‘50s pinup queen)
Stevens considered the strip as filler for Mike Grell's sci-fi comic, unaware that an ad for The Rocketeer in the back of Starslayer #1 had already generated letters from readers. The serial debuted in issue #2. "I just had fun with it. The Schaneses liked it, but nobody made a big deal about it. Well, by the time the second installment came out, it was suddenly a very big deal, because Pacific had gotten a ton of mail over it...the immediate thought was that they had a potential cash cow."
The majority of the meat from that cow eventually went to creator Stevens, not to the Schaneses, especially after the Village Voice called Rocketeer "The greatest comic book in the world," and even more so in 1991 when The Rocketeer became a high-profile Hollywood film.
In 1981, however, when the character was chosen to headline the new Pacific Presents anthology title, Stevens said, "At the time, it was a flat rate of $100 to $150 per page for everything: art, story, pencils, lettering, coloring, everything, 'in advance against royalties'...I never viewed it as a job, per se. It was just something I was doing for myself, on my off-hours from advertising. I wasn't looking at it seriously in any financial sense at all. It was, like, bus fare."
Stevens said he could have made money had he been willing to drop everything and work full-time for the Schaneses, but he'd already signed an agreement to do some 30 book illustrations for another publisher, and six months passed between Rocketeer installments in Pacific Presents #1 and #2. This killed sales momentum.
"I gave it a shot and tried to give them what they wanted in a reasonable amount of time, but I just wasn't able to. So, since Pacific couldn't get a regular, monthly book out of me, they quickly created another character called Cliffhanger, written by Bruce Jones and drawn by Al Williamson. Then they had another guy come in and do a book called Crash Ryan, which was just [another] Rocketeer clone. It was strange to see what I'd done being almost copied in a sense by my own publisher trying to tap the same audience for quick sales. I guess I shouldn't have been so surprised -- that is the nature of publishing."
Pacific ended up folding a few years later, though not before the precedent established by their creator-owned titles had inspired an industry-wide revolution.
"The reason Pacific Comics failed can be summed up very simply," Steve Schanes told me in an interview awhile back. "We had two lines of activity: publishing and distribution. Most of our comic books still made money hand over fist, but there was a big problem in distribution. We extended too much credit to retailers who didn't pay us on a timely basis, and we were already working on a minuscule profit margin, maybe 5 percent to 8 percent. We didn't push hard enough to get the money from receivables, who owed us hundreds of thousands of dollars. If you had to boil down the single biggest reason we blew it, that would be our poor cash management on the distribution side."
Bruce Jones – creator of Twisted Tales and Alien Worlds (for which Stevens drew covers) – was one of the contributors who went unpaid: "Unfortunately, when PC went belly-up and stopped with the paychecks, including mine, I was left holding the bag with the other creators to the tune of several thousand dollars. I wanted everyone I'd used on my books to get paid for what they did, even if it wasn't going to be published, so I did that by emptying my own bank account...there's a price to pay for creative freedom, sometimes quite a high one." The final issues of Twisted Tales, Alien Worlds, and the last two installments of Somerset Holmes were published by Eclipse Comics. Jones went on to work for DC's Vertigo line and on Spider-Man and The Incredible Hulk for Marvel, as well as writing novels for Doubleday, Dutton, and others.
Mark Evanier wrote a popular humor title for Pacific, drawn by Mad Magazine legend Sergio Aargones: "Pacific published eight issues of Groo the Wanderer, but the scent of their pending demise started to drift northward, from San Diego to our L.A.-based nostrils...they had comic-shop distribution, not access to regulation news outlets [where readers were familiar with Sergio's work from Mad]. Not only that, but the firm was in financial trouble...while the lawyers were playing ping-pong, Pacific Comics went belly-up.” Sergio and Evanier followed Bruce Jones to Eclipse Comics, which published the expanded-length Groo Special originally planned for Pacific. The bumbling barbarian next wandered over to Marvel for about ten years, moving again in 1994 to Image Comics and then to Dark Horse.
Dave Stevens was illustrating covers for Pacific during its final few months, earning from $300 to $500 per inked drawing.
"By summer of 1984," he said, "they wanted cover art for a Sheena 3-D book, and although nobody knew it at the time, the company would be bankrupt within a couple of months. I remember I had just finished the last issue of [Pacific Presents The] Rocketeer, handed it in; then I did the Sheena cover. And I waited and never heard anything. So I called and reminded them I hadn't gotten the original art back yet. There was a hesitation on the other end of the line, and it turned out that the original had 'disappeared' from the offices the day it was shot, and it's never been seen since. Someone there had decided to take home a bonus! Boy, that one hurt. I was crushed, because I felt it was my best work to date, and I didn't even have a negative of it. Anyway, they did a quick fade right after that. Within a matter of weeks, they were basically gone as a publishing entity."
(Old Sheena artwork, touched up with paste-ons by Dave Stevens for a 3D version of the comic)
A final Rocketeer special was originally planned for Pacific - the cover had already been laid out with PC logos. It was instead rushed to Eclipse for publication, hitting comic shops the very week that Pacific closed its doors. Below a scan of that never-before-seen Pacific cover! Alongside is the version eventually published instead by Eclipse Comics ---
RIP Dave Stevens - he’ll be sorely missed --------------- At www.davestevens.com, his family requests that those wishing to make donations in his name should do so to the Hairy Cell Leukemia Research Foundation.
(Unpublished B&W Rocketeer pinup by Gray Morrow, and an unpublished B&W Bruce Jones illo of Stevens at the drawing board)
(All art above copyright Dave Stevens and/or their respective creators and/or publishers)
NOTE: After this blog was posted, I got the below email from famous former neighbor Scott Shaw! (the exclamation point is part of his name). Scott is an accomplished cartoonist and animator with too many well-known credits to list, so suffice to say that he - like Stevens - did comics for Pacific in the early-to-mid eighties.
Jay, I dug the expanded versions of your articles. Here's one I recently wrote about our friend, Dave Stevens, that goes even further back than yours. Hope you dig it. Aloha, Scott!
I first met Dave when he was still living with his parents in the San Diego area. Although he was younger than I was (a six-years-difference doesn't sound like much, but at that time in our lives, it was considerable), Dave's talent and style were already quite apparent.
Neither of us were truly professional cartoonists quite yet, so we collaborated on a few illustrations and strips for fanzines. One of these, "Blood And Terror At The El Cortez" -- written by Barry Alfonso (the inspiration for Jack Kirby's "Barri-Boy" in SUPERMAN'S PAL, JIMMY OLSEN and "Witchboy" in THE DEMON), penciled by me and inked by Dave -- was a satirical take on the early San Diego Comic-Cons, which provided the opportunity for Dave and I to meet in the first place.
Soon, I moved north from San Diego to Los Angeles, seeking regular employment as a cartoonist, and Dave followed suit a few years later. In fact, he moved into a Van Nuys apartment building; I lived only a few doors down from Dave. By this time, we had both made a few professional sales, and continued to share some assignments, if only on behind-the-scenes basis.
Dave tightened up and inked my layouts for a Mark Evanier-written "Cosmo Cat" strip in QUACK! number 1. (Dave's father, a minister, lettered this story under the pen-name Bud Gutz!) I inked Dave's backgrounds on some of the stories he was inking for Russ Manning's "shop" of cartoonists producing a terrific line of intended-to-be-printed-overseas-only comic books for Edgar Rice Burroughs, Inc. (Tarzan Meets The Monster Men, written by Don Glut, is the only one of these that I specifically remember.) Dave helped me out on "What If The Spider Bit A Radioactive Human?" in Marvel's WHAT IF? Volume 1, number 8; he drew and inked a wonderfully Ditko-esque Peter Parker in it, as well as inking some of the most meticulous webbing and explosion-feathering ever almost seen in those days of plastic printing-plates.
And speaking of WHAT IF? - in volume 1, number 11, we both helped out inker Bill Wray with Jack Kirby's "What If The Original Marvel Bullpen Had Become The Fantastic Four?" And Dave contributed "Showdown In The Sewers," a two-page story, to Kitchen Sink's 1977 FEAR AND LAUGHTER, an underground comix anthology I edited, that lampooned the writing of Hunter S. Thompson. In retrospect -- and I only mention these because it reveals a rather obscure aspect of Dave's career in comics -- our collaborations were about as unlikely as ARCHIE MEETS THE PUNISHER, representing opposite ends of the cartooning spectrum. But somehow, they worked.
It wasn't long before both Dave and I were working in Hanna-Barbera Productions' layout department. (We had both already done work for the studio's line of Mark Evanier-edited comics for Marvel.) Our first assignment was on H-B's THE GODZILLA POWER HOUR. The show's producer, Doug Wildey, hired a number of young talents with comic book experience, Dave among then. (I was only allowed to draw the show's monster-of-the-week; Doug dismissed me as "a big foot guy," referring to the fact that I didn't draw in a realistic style, although I was rather hairy.) It didn't take long before Doug and Dave bonded over their mutual interests and attitudes. Of course, crusty Doug wound up as the inspiration for "Peevy" in THE ROCKETEER. (It was at H-B that Dave also met another collaborator-to-be, the great Russ Heath, with whom he shared a cubicle.)
In layout, we were all expected meet a quota of at least thirty scenes a week; even then, Dave was so painstaking with his art -- layout drawings that would never actually be seen on-screen -- that he rarely met that amount. But although Dave was occasionally on the receiving end of a scolding from studio management, he was never in any real danger of being fired from H-B -- Doug loved his artwork. Even drawing Godzilla -- or his silly-looking cartoon nephew, Godzookie -- Dave somehow managed to make the giant cartoon lizards look --- I know this sounds ridiculous, but we are talking about Dave's art here --- glamorous? (Even now, if watching a DVD of THE GODZILLA POWER HOUR, it's possible to recognize some of the scenes as having Dave's hand in 'em.)
And speaking of studios, we both maintained art studios of our own -- along with cartoonists Bob Foster and Larry Huber -- in a ramshackle old dentists' office, part of the Klump Building on Lankershim Boulevard in North Hollywood. (Thanks to the Northridge earthquake of 1994, the Klump Building is now merely a funny name.) Dave eventually moved his studio to share that of Bill Stout's cavernous space on La Brea Blvd. in Hollywood.
Since Dave and I also lived in the same apartment building -- one that also housed two other cartoonists, the late Shawn (CARtoons) Kerri and underground cartoonist Patrick Cosgrove -- I saw a lot of Dave away from studios and conventions, too. For example, my wife (soon to be ex-wife) and I once held a big costume party for Halloween; two of our neighbor-ladies convinced Dave to let them dress him up in drag for the event. Little did either of us realize that another of the soiree's attendees was the notorious transvestite movie director, Ed (PLAN NINE FROM OUTER SPACE) Wood!
Another time, Dave was hiding out from one of his more obsessive female fans while trying to ink pages for a Master Of Kung Fu story in WHAT IF? number 16 -- using dozens of photo stills of Bruce Lee as reference -- so we worked out an elaborate system of concealing Dave's presence in his own apartment. Dave would often work long into the night, listening to the music of Tom Waits or that of a local L.A. band he dug, the Blasters. Dave was also always trying out new combinations of facial hair; moustaches, beards and sideburns, as if any of 'em would significantly improve his Tyrone Power-ish good looks. And I'll never forget how Dave once wistfully expressed his belief that the career of a short-order cook was more stress-free than that of a cartoonist.
As time passed, Dave and I became increasingly involved in our own lives, and opportunities to get together occurred mainly at comic book conventions, primarily San Diego's Comic-Con International. One of my favorite encounters with him was at a special Comic-Con banquet, I playfully lobbed a hard dinner roll at Dave, who ducked just before it could hit him. Instead, it bounced off the head of the unsuspecting wife of Robert Shayne, "Inspector Henderson" of THE ADVENTURES OF SUPERMAN TV series.
Years later, before the poorly-kept secret of Dave¹s battle with leukemia spread through his concerned friends, my wife Judith and our son Kirby ran into Dave at the convention. They asked if Dave would please draw The Rocketeer in Kirby's sketch book. Dave explained that he didn't do fan sketches anymore, but immediately segued, "But since it's for Kirby." That drawing is, now more than ever, one of my son's most treasured possessions. I think the last time Dave and I saw each other in person was at WonderCon a few years ago. He was, as always, pretty skinny, but next to me, Kevin Smith looks skinny. Actually, Dave looked darn good that day, and that¹s how I plan to remember him.
Mostly, when I think of Dave, I think of a clean-cut guy who was more handsome than any cartoonist ever had a right to be, a minister's "bad boy" son who was never as naughty as he aspired to be. If anything, Dave was a nice guy with a flashing smile and a ready laugh -- and perhaps too sweet-natured a guy for his own good. In fact, although he was often approached by various people of dubious legitimacy, I never saw Dave act rudely to any of 'em --- and, believe me, in some cases he had every right to treat 'em harshly.
So here's to Dave Stevens, truly one of the good 'uns in every possible way. It was an honor to be his pal. SCOTT SHAW!
4 - DON’T BE AFRAID, IT’S ONLY A COMIC BOOK!
How dangerous can a comic book be? Very, some would say.
Dangerous to the imagination.
Dangerous to commerce.
Dangerous to developing young minds.
It never ceases to amaze me that an inordinate number of people out there are genuinely scared of comic books.
I’m not talking about that well chronicled fifties brouhaha instigated by Fredric Wertham and his supporters (his 1954 book Seduction of the Innocent implied that comics cause crime and homosexuality, sparking a Senate investigation).
No, I’m talking about contemporary comic books (not strips, though it can be argued that Doonesbury used to scare a lot of people, especially those who appeared within its panels).
I particularly mean comics published fairly recently, some of which seem to scare and threaten the beejeezus out of certain, shall we say, misguided folks. And not the folks you might expect.
Before I muse on my own encounters with various frightened factions, regarding comics I either created or published, let me tell you about a few of my contemporaries…
Mike Diana of Florida was the first guy in the U.S. to be convicted of a crime for drawing comics. His singular legal problems are the result of comics he created and self-published from home, mainly one called “Boiled Angel.”
Florida state authorities stumbled across his work quite by accident, during a murder investigation. Disturbed by the violent home made and home distributed comics, they passed “Boiled Angel” on to Mike’s local sheriff.
Nearly two years later, in 1994, Mike was busted for publishing, advertising and distributing obscene material. Assistant state attorney Stuart Braggish got it in his head that Mike was somehow a threat to society, by virtue of the fact that he liked to draw silly and gross pictures.
In an interview with exploitme.com, Diana said “"After a week in trial it only took jury of 6, 40 minutes to covict me on all 3 counts of obscenity.(Obscene Material: Graphic, sexual, or violent images or conduct not protected by the First Amendment's free speech clause). I was cuffed & taken by paddy wagon to jail untill sentancing. 4 days later I was given 3 years probation. This included stay at least 10 feet away from any one under 18, work 1500 hours community service, get a shrink to check me out at my own cost of $1,300., draw nothing even for my own use, this meant no drawing at all & police could search without warning, without a warrent to check! I must take a journalism ethics class at own cost, pay $3,000 fine. I was very shocked at all this! In the appeals my lawyer was able to get the Advertising obscenity charge dropped so this knocked off 1 year probation & $1,000 of the fine…when I first heard the judge sentence me I felt it was insane, but not too surprised since they had put me thru so much so far.”
“When I was charged,” says Diana, “the copies of Boiled Angel # 7 and #8 were on display at the courthouse for all minors to see…Florida has exposed kids and others to my sickest art, and they put it on the TV news!” Before the bust, the most Diana says he ever sold of a comic was a couple hundred copies.
Of course, public officials are notoriously intolerant and fearful of anything which remotely resembles a free press. Tiny indie comics like Mike’s can’t be influenced and controlled like the mass media, and therefore they represent a threat.
Operators of the retail comic shop Planet Comics were busted, over carrying one particularly vile and pointlessly twisted issue of a comic called Verotika, issue #4. The comic was published by purported rock star Glenn Danzig, and it featured a violent rape scene that, it turns out, was arranged by the father of the victim. The comic was sold – to an ADULT – and cops soon returned to shut the store down and take the owners to jail (see below “Short History of Censorship in Comics” article).
Now one could POSSIBLY have seen that one coming – Verotika #4 is indeed one of the most disgusting comics ever put to paper. But shutting down a shop and imprisoning people, just for SELLING it? To an ADULT?
What’s really frightening, tho, are the instances one could never have predicted. For instance, one of the biggest U.S. comic distributors, Capital City Distribution (now defunct), were scared of reality. Any comic that dealt with real life people and situations was considered risky, as they feared litigation from those who appeared in the comics.
When Boneyard Press published a comic biography about cannibal serial killer Jeffrey Dahmer, Capital bought 1,600 copies and then, on reconsideration, decided not to distribute it.
“They paid me for it, anyway,” said Boneyard’s Hart Fisher. “Every year or so, they’d call me up and try to sell some copies back to me!” At around this time, serial killer trading cards were hot topics on TV talk shows, and victim family members were proving litigious in several instances.
Certainly having cat yronwoode on television talk shows, muttering to herself, staring off and weakly trying to justify Eclipse’s half-assed Killer collector cards, did nothing to make our industry look like it could aspire to valid journalism, let alone something with actual literary merit.
Even the relatively tame “Psycho Killers” comic from Comic Zone Productions came under critical fire, despite the fact that the title seemed like a genuine attempt to chronicle and examine a true sociological phenomenon. Not that I’m scrambling for superlatives when it comes to comic books about murderers. If the comic had been better drawn and not so obsessed with body counts, instead focusing on the killers’ lives before their first murder (rather than crassly re-enacting the crimes), it would have been much improved.
Dahmer’s own “survivors,” his victims’ families, were scared of the Boneyard comic bio. They were scared that it would “inspire” wannabe killers and they objected to Boneyard profiting from the tragedy. I’d tend to object as well, but that’s a subjective opinion and I wouldn’t attempt to sue Fisher the way the survivors did. Hart’s a nice guy, we’ve hung out and worked together, and he’s put out some pretty cool comics and some pretty lame ones (much like myself) but he definitely wasn’t trying to publish an illustrated “how to kill” primer.
The victims’ families apparently feared that Hart would make money that rightfully belonged to them, or some such thing, so they tried to get their hands on his stash (only marginally succeeding in the long run).
Fisher later began calling himself (self effacingly, one assumes) “the most dangerous man in comics.” But Fisher’s legal troubles pale next to those of Revolutionary Comics, the company I ran from 1992 until 1994. Prior to that, I was the writer of our high profile Rock ‘N’ Roll Comics series, and that’s where the troubles all began.
The title featured unauthorized biographies and the company’s founder, Todd Loren, was convinced that he had every legal right to do this. “After all, look at all those Kitty Kelly styled biographies cluttering bookstore shelves,” he’d say to anyone who’d listen. Sports Illustrated and Rolling Stone don’t have to pay licensing fees to write about and publish photographs of celebrities. Why should a comic book have to? And how different is a drawing from a photo?
Make no mistake, the idea was based on pure commerce. Though Todd often screamed to the high heavens about his “First Amendment” rights, in very public bouts with Denis Kitchen and Gary Groth among others, the bottom line was that Rock ‘N’ Roll Comics was a million dollar idea.
The first issue, on Guns ‘N’ Roses, sold over 175,000 copies, becoming one of the best selling black and white indie comics of the era. The fact that he was also striking a blow for freedom of the press was a happy and fortunate coincidence (Todd always did admire Larry Flynt).
Of course, G’N’R threatened to sue, but they backed off when their lawyer could find no legal grounds. The company Great Southern, which held merchandise and licensing rights to several bands, did sue. They also feared a loss of potential income, and they declared that comic books were merchandise rather than “pictorial journalism,” as Revolutionary called its comics. “Just articles with drawings instead of photos,” Todd said in court, and Great Southern settled with Revolutionary when we agreed not to do comics about bands they represented. This was fear on Todd Loren’s part, fear of losing his brand new publishing empire.
It would be the last time he showed such fear up until his mysterious death two years later (the murder is still unsolved - and, yes, Axl Rose has an alibi).
When New Kids On The Block sued Revolutionary, it was for “trademark infringement.” There was little argument that we had every right to tell their story without authorization, since they were public figures. The crux of contention was that the band’s logo had appeared in the comic. Todd promptly reprinted the comic without the logo and the matter was settled, and we’d go on to do a “Fall Of The New Kids” issue later.
If it sounds like it was a simple matter, it was not. It took a mountain o’ $$$ and many months of court battles. Judge Rhoades finally agreed that comic books are entitled to the same First Amendment protection as any other sort of biography, in an important declaration from the bench that is rarely acknowledged in the comic book community as the stunning precedent it was.
Naturally, a slew of cheesy and downright sh-tty “biographical” comics flooded the market from competitors. Boneyard, Rock Fantasy, Personality (AKA Friendly, Celebrity and later Pop, but a turd by any other name still smells like sh-t), First Amendment Press and others tried to hop on the bandwagon, nearly all going out of business before long (Boneyard shifted gear into horror comics).
And what put them out of business? Besides the fact that most of them were truly terrible? Fear on the part of comic distributors again. Predictably, Capital City was the first to cower. They refused to carry Revolutionary’s “Fall Of The New Kids” comic for fear of legal reprisal from the Kids, despite the previous court decision in Revolutionary’s favor. They called the comic “incendiary” and said that it “leaves the door to litigation open.” You can imagine how stunned I was to hear this, since I hadn’t even written the Fall Of The New Kids script yet!
Luckily, we had alternative distribution outlets due to the nature and mass appeal of our comics, especially in music chain stores and on newsstands where we were outselling most “mainstream” comics anyway. We were very well prepared to battle the forces of suppression........
Then Diamond, the only other real large scale comic distributor, decided that it would not carry unauthorized material of any sort, including comic books. All the knockoff “bio” comics disappeared overnight.
Diamond’s decision came about due to a lawsuit initiated by representatives of ex-adult film star Traci Lords, who objected to her depiction in a set of trading cards.
Revolutionary Comics had also brought grief to Diamond - albeit indirectly - due to various suits we ourselves had faced. Diamond told us they were tired of fighting what they considered someone else’s war. In reality, we did all the fighting when it came to suits against us and none of our accusers ever went after Diamond. But Diamond was afraid that they were vulnerable nonetheless.
Their call to make, I suppose, but I still call it cowardice. We’ve since mended fences, and I should add that their current product placement staff is quite enlightened, though they still don’t carry any unauthorized bio comics. Well, sort of, anyways….
Diamond only selectively enforces their “ban” on biographical comics.
YET Diamond still sold RevComics AND, very publicly, they carried "He Said/She Said" comics, which made as much news as RevCom for awhile over their flipbooks, with a Clinton VS Flowers comic, as well as a Woody Allen/Mia Farrow bio and an OJ/Nicole Simpson flipbook comic.
Personality publisher Adam Post b-tched publicly, claiming he was shut out of Diamond over "quality" issues that had nothing to do with being unauthorized.
Bill Schanes replied "Yeah, okay. So?" Point being that Diamond felt perfectly justified to make a rule, and then only enforce it against comics they didn't like or that they thought lacked "quality."
After RevCom folded, Adam Post tried to launch a new bio comic line from atop the rotting remains of Personality Comics - he called his new endeavor Pop Comics. Adam Hughes covers, Jimmy Palomatti art, Sienkevitz pinups, a whole bunch of top notch talent - even the stories were pretty good! He did one on Marilyn Monroe, and maybe one or two others were published, tho he completed nearly a dozen Pop comics - the line was dead straight out of the gate when Diamond refused to carry, sight unseen. As much as I despise the way Personality's shoddy comics hurt RevCom, I marvel at how GOOD the Pop Comics were (I have some of the unpublished stuff, which Re-Visionary considered publishing). A friend of mine who co-founded Innovation Comics (Lost In Space, Dark Shadows, Vampire Lestat, etc), David Campiti, was the art director for Pop.
Interestingly, in the late ‘90s, when I showed Diamond a Led Zeppelin comic actually done by and intended for Pop, but DISGUISED as an upcoming Re-Visionary comic with no mention anywhere of Post's/Pop's/Personality's connection to the comic, Diamond was willing and even enthused to carry it, offering it a spotlight showcase in the main catalog...as a Re-Visionary Press Comic.
I would have done Pop Comics jointly with Adam, but he dropped the ball so badly on printing two Rock ‘N’ Roll Cartoon History books for me that I severed all ties with him.
Diamond also carried SOME of Hart Fischer's bio comics from Boneyard Press, but not all. They carried all the Comic Zone titles, about a third of which were bios (Postal Killers, Psycho Killers, etc), UNTIL they found out the managing editor was the former managing editor at Personality, and Diamond then dropped the last few Zone issues (tho the company had already decided to call it quits).
During this same period, Diamond carried at least two unauthorized bio comics from First Amendment Press: Grunge Comics #1 (Nirvana) and #2 (Pearl Jam). Nobody seems to have noticed this, or that it violated Diamond's supposed "ban." The same two guys publishing Grunge had made Diamond tons of money with those famous "He Said/She Said" comics (listed in Diamond's reorder Star System for years), pretty much assuring their "protection" at Diamond.
There was a HUGE brou-hah-hah over Topps Comics, who did a Princess Diana "Tribute" comic in 1997. Diamond not only carried it, but they gave it a huge spotlight, distributed Point Of Purchase posters, and generally went hogwild promoting what was clearly an unauthorized bio comic. Guys like Adam Post and Rankin wrote letters to CBJ and the Journal, both of whom did articles on the topic (I was interviewed for both, and they're here somewhere in the archives). Diamond's response?
"The Diana book is color."
Pressed for more, the reply became "Topps is a big company, famous for their baseball cards, so they have enough money to fight any resulting lawsuits."
When asked "You mean if someone has money in the bank, you'll carry their unauthorized bio, but if they're broke, you won't?
The reply was "Yes." And that pretty well settled that.
Now, in the late ‘90s, when I considered publishing unlicensed bio comics again at my own company, Re-Visionary Press, I was told by Diamond principals, off the record, "Just don't bring it to Diamond's attention that it's an unauthorized bio, and nobody will ever say anything." ie no "Unauthorized And Proud Of It," at least in solicitations and ads (I still planned to have a small disclaimer in the comics themselves, which the lawyer said we needed to be protected by the New Kids precedent). I was assured that, since I'd been doing business with Diamond all those years - as a RevCom editor, then ReVis publisher, but also going back to the 80s when I worked at Diamond's San Diego warehouse with Bart Mendoza - that I need not worry about Diamond carrying my comics. As long as I don't make a big noise about "UNAUTHORIZED."
Potential lawsuits no longer seemed to concern them, tho the “official” policy remained – on paper anyway - “No unlicensed bio comics.”
Surely, Diamond had noted how everyone who threatened or tried to sue Revolutionary over our “unauthorized and proud of it” stance was successfully fought off, thanks to the New Kids case and the precedent it had established. These suits did nothing except help both us and Diamond in many ways.
When hockey player Mario Lemieux sicked lawyers on us, his only legal ground was his claim that we couldn’t show him in uniform, since the uniform logos had to be licensed. We released to the press a drawing of him skating naked, with only a maple leaf covering his naughty bits, and a tagline reading “This is the only way Mario will allow himself to be portrayed in the media.”
In just a week, we sold out of the entire print run of Lemieux’s comic, about 80,000 copies. The suit was dropped without a single hearing. If I ever bump into Mario at a sports convention, I plan on thanking him.
(Revolutionary’s Montana comic)
Much the same thing happened when Joe Montana got frightened of our comic book about him. He equated us with a bootleg t-shirt, saying that we were hurting the sales of his video game and his other authorized Montana merchandise. Montana filed a suit against comic distributors which earned national press, sparked skyrocketing sales of the comic, and yet his lawyers eventually realized they had no case against Revolutionary and we were out of the fray entirely…with tens of thousands of Montana comics sold, and probably as many new customers, thanks to all the publicity.
(Copycat Montana comic by Personality)
(Copycat Montana comic by unknown company)
(Much later copycat comic...by Marvel and the NFL?!)
Former Revolutionary Comics president Herb Shapiro recently emailed me his own recollections of the Montana incident.
“The suit venue was in Tallahassee, and I flew up there with our lawyer, Andy Verne only to find out that the suit was already settled. It was of course, Diamond who caused Personality (who was the actual object of the suit) to cease distributing their Montana comic. After spending $30 to make copies of the suit, and spending $200 on airfare, we found that we could have stayed home. I bought Andy a nice lunch & we went home.”
“As an ironic sidebar, Montana's brother in law ordered about 50 of the books to distribute at his birthday party. Not wanting to start a family conflict, I told him that Joe might not be pleased. He told me to hold the order. A few days later, a check appeared from the brother in law for 50 books. I didn't know the name, but the address was the same as he gave me on the phone earlier. I packed up the books & sent them out personally."
The 7-11 store chain was so frightened of bad publicity, they dropped Revolutionary Comics from their newsstands after we published a biography of Mike Tyson. Their reasoning was that we were glorifying a convicted rapist, and thus all of our publications were deemed unacceptable. This despite the fact that the comic was published before Tyson’s conviction, and the accusation was discussed fairly and impartially in the comic script – which, by the way, was written by a woman.
Both local and national news agencies came to the Revolutionary office to film stories about the Tyson comic getting us kicked off newsstands.
The series that effectively ended any "bio ban" at Diamond was DC Comics’ "Big Book Of..." series. DC – home of Superman and Batman - has been one of the two top comic book publishers in the U.S. for the better part of a century now.
The “Big Book” series includes several large trade paperback books with short-short minibios compiled in themed editions like "The Big Book Of Weirdos," with top name artists like Drew Friedman, Brian Bolland, etc. All told, hundreds of minibios were published in the Big Books, of living and dead people, with not a single story "authorized" by any subject.
The Big Book series was one of the first to get Diamond AND DC in tight with bookstores - they were and likely remain hugely successful, becoming Previews catalog and Star System perennials. They were the first graphic novels I ever saw at Waldenbooks in San Diego. Several Big Books had already been released and had sold tens of thousands of editions when the Topps Princess Diana brouhaha hit. Someone pointed this out to Diamond, and they just shrugged and maintained their stance that unauthorized bios would be handled on a case by case basis rather than instituting a specific Diamond policy.
I doubt the word "unauthorized" was ever uttered between Diamond and DC employees. Nobody cared (other than maybe Adam Post from Personality and Hart Fischer at Boneyard, both of whose comics got dropped…and Hart probably p-ssed off Diamond by faking his own death for publicity...)
The comic industry’s weekly newspaper, the Comics Buyer’s Guide, is scared of even referring in an ad to one comic book, without ever having even seen the comic in question. Self publisher Mikal Vollmer ran an ad in a CBG issue for his “Dewey de Sade” comic, with ad taglines referring to story titles like “The P—P-- Game” and “Dead Chicks Get Me Hard.” Though they ran the ad once, Vollmer subsequently got a letter from advertising manager Jim Felhofer stating that “The ad obviously oversteps the boundaries of common decency” and that “we will not publish ads of this nature in the future.”
Hey, it’s their magazine, but couldn’t they have at least looked at the comic book first?
I lost one of my own distributors, for the Carnal Comics line at Re-Visionary Press (“True Stories Of Adult Film Stars”) just because of an ad. An ad by Vollmer again, as a matter of fact! In one my comics, an adaptation of the ‘70s erotic film “Johnny Does Paris - with John Holmes,” I ran an ad for a magazine Vollmer publishes called “Snuff Comics.” The magazine collects scenes from vintage fifties children’s comics, which veered strangely into violence and murder. There are also brief articles about these comics.
One of my largest distributors saw the ad and freaked out. Lost it. Went apesh-t. Just from the title alone, “Snuff Comics.” They told me in no uncertain terms they would not carry any of my comics which contained an ad for “Snuff.”
Pretty excitable, this distributor. The company carries hardcore Japanese porn cartoons, Penthouse, Playboy, and Hustler, but they’re afraid of the words “Snuff Comics.” Go figure.
Carnal Comics have also been seized and declared “obscene” at several borders and in several comic shops, but that’s a whole ‘nother story for a different day.
Even governments can be scared of comics. In Germany, there has been a ban since the forties on depicting a swastika on the cover of any publication. While one can appreciate the spirit behind this edict, it created quite a problem for anyone distributing the acclaimed and award-winning “Maus” comic collections, an amazing tale of Holocaust survival told in comic form.
Finally, a judge read the Maus series and gave the okay for its distribution.
I once read that in Japan, where comics are filled with sex, underage nudity and extremely graphic violence, and the comics are accessible to literally all ages, the crime rate is substantially lower per capita than in the U.S. They’ve apparently learned to appreciate comics for the cerebral and visceral escapism they can provide, instead of worrying about what sort of social ills and commercial chaos they can inspire.
Having to deal with frightened distributors and retailers was bad enough, on top of fending off litigious celebrities and low rent competitors, and I eventually walked away from doing unauthorized comic biographies in 1994. Until around 2000, I still wrote true-life bios, but fully licensed and created them with the participation and approval of the featured subject. It’s a much more pleasant job, to be sure, and it’s taken me out of the firing line.
I’m here to tell ya, friends and foes, they’re everywhere. And the power they have, to regulate and censor artistic expression and free speech, well, THAT’S what people should REALLY be afraid of.
In the 1950's, Dr. Fredric Wertham published Seduction of the Innocent, a book purporting that comic book reading causes juvenile delinquency. In true McCarthy-era fashion, the U.S. Senate held hearings to investigate Wertham's claims.
A new Comics Code Authority was formed prohibiting any controversial comics. As a result, the most innovative company of the decade, EC Comics, was forced to cancel most of its line. This includes titles like Vault of Horror, Crime Suspenstories, and Tales From the Crypt, which years later are judged as classics.
Beginning in the late '60s, the underground comix movement shirked the constraints of mainstream publishing. Heavily influenced by the EC line, especially MAD Magazine, underground cartoonists like Robert Crumb, Gilbert Shelton, and Robert Williams produced an acclaimed body of adult work.
In New York, one of their titles, Zap #4, was prosecuted for obscenity. The trial lasted several years and went through numerous appeals. In 1973, the comic was finally ruled obscene and banned. (Since then, Zap #4 has been sold in New York without prosecution and the work of its creators has appeared in the Museum of Modern Art and other galleries.)
In the 1980s as an outgrowth of the underground, alternative comics flourished with publications like RAW, Love & Rockets, and American Splendor. Cartoonists Art Spiegelman, Dave Sim, Will Eisner, and others won widespread recognition for their ambitious work. At the same time, creators such as Frank Miller and Alan Moore pushed the boundaries of super-hero comics into more mature territory. Various religious and conservative leaders decry these developments claiming that "comics are for kids."
In 1986, Friendly Frank's, a comics store in Lansing, Illinois was busted for selling "obscene" comics. The titles in question are the Bodyssey by Heavy Metal artist Richard Corben, Omaha the Cat Dancer, Weirdo by Robert Crumb, and Bizarre Sex. The CBLDF was founded to support the defense. The case moved to the Appellate Court where the store manager was acquitted of all charges.
Following the Friendly Frank's case, the CBLDF became active as a watchdog organization. The 1990's have seen prosecutions of comic shops escalate. Two shops in Florida have been busted. One was accused of selling the adult collection Cherry Anthology #1 to an undercover officer. The charges were later dropped. The other store went to court for selling a "mature" title, The Score, published by Piranha, an imprint of DC Comics, to a 14-year-old accompanied by his mother. The judge ruled in favor of store owner Bill Hatfield. In 1992, police raided Amazing Comics outside of San Diego, seizing 45 titles. No charges were filed. But these are not three isolated events. In other cities around the United States similar situations have happened.
Sarasota, Florida: On May 13, 1992, police arrested the store manager Timothy Parks of Comic Book Heaven, on seven counts of displaying material harmful to minors. The titles seized by police included The Survivors, The Heir, and Dark Tales, published by the now defunct Catalan Communications, Detectives Inc., published by Eclipse, and an issue of the British fanzine Speakeasy. In most states, the statute under which he was being charged doesn't exist, however, on November 24, 1993, he was found guilty on two counts of displaying obscene materials to minors and sentenced to two years in jail. The appeal bond was denied and he remained incarcerated in the Sarasota County Jail for fourteen months. Legal fees exceeded $26,500.
Rome, Georgia: On February 18, 1993, the Floyd County court found the owner of the Legends comic shop guilty of "distributing obscene materials." The verdict implicated two Aircel comics, Debbie Does Dallas and Final Tabu, as being harmful to adults. All appeals were denied, and the guilty verdict stands as a precedent against the display of comic books. Legal fees exceeded $13,500.
Oklahoma City, Oklahoma: In March of 1996, Michael Kennedy and John Hunter closed their embattled comic book store, Planet Comics, after months of trials and tribulations resulting from a police raid in September of 1995. Eight weeks after the raid, eight assorted obscenity charges were filed against the owners, stemming from a complaint about Verotika #4 from a member of the Christian Coalition. The unidentified woman was referred to Oklahomans for Children and Families (OCaF), a non-profit obscenity watch-dog group, who pursue enforcement of local obscenity laws. They turned Verotika #4 over to Oklahoma City Police.
Following the raid, Kennedy and Hunter were arraigned in handcuffs and charged with trafficking, keeping for sale and display of obscene material deemed to be harmful to adults, as well as one charge of child pornography for drawings in the book Devil's Angel by Frank Thorne. Kennedy and Hunter were then evicted from their six year location and forced to take a less convenient and visible location across town. The financial hardship of the move was further compounded when the first landlord would not permit a forwarding sign on the door and one Oklahoma City Christian organization gloated on local radio stations at their success in closing Planet Comics down.
During the next few months sales dropped dramatically as many customers assumed Planet Comics had closed, and many parents would not permit their children to patronize the store. According to Michael Hunter, "sales at Christmas were off 65% ." To further add to the demise of Planet Comics, police again organized a raid, this time on the home of John Hunter, confiscating over 250 personal and business computer discs as well as the store computer.
A cinder brick was thrown through the front glass door of the store the following week.
Michael Kennedy indicated that "in good conscience I cannot continue to incur bills if the sales aren't there. I've lost my wife, my house and my store over all of this, I need to step back and rebuild my life. Luckily, thanks to the Comic Book Legal Defense Fund (CBLDF), I don't have legal bills to contend with on top of everything else."
On Friday, April 12,1996 Judge Larry Jones of the District Court of Oklahoma County, Oklahoma presided over the preliminary hearing for State v. Kennedy and Hunter, commonly known as "The Planet Comics Case." After listening to testimony and hearing oral argument on several motions, Judge Jones announced that the materials seized during the Planet Comics store raid did not warrant felony charges. Judge Jones subsequently ruled that the felony charges against Kennedy and Hunter were not proper, and reduced three of the previous felony counts to misdemeanors.
The three misdemeanor charges of displaying material harmful to minors remained intact. The felony charges of possession of child pornography were dropped by the State moments before the Defense's motion to dismiss the charge was to be heard. In short, the charges against Kennedy and Hunter were reduced from four felonies and three misdemeanors to six misdemeanor counts. Three of those counts do not call for imprisonment.
Defense Attorney, Chuck Thornton, commented after the hearing, "It should come as no surprise to anyone that the charges of possession of child pornography against Mr. Hunter and Mr. Kennedy have been dropped. It should be unthinkable to any competent lawyer that such a charge could have been leveled in the first place." The child pornography statute in question clearly states that to convict someone for the offense of possession of child pornography the artist must use a human being under the age of 18 as a subject. Thornton further commented "If those in the employ of the State of Oklahoma had taken the time to look at Devil's Angel, they might have noticed something quite remarkable -- not even a fictional child was portrayed. The entity portrayed in Devil's Angel was a demon which exhibited few attributes, if any, of a newborn child."
However, on Monday, April 15, 1996, the State filed its "Notice of Intention to Appeal." In doing this, the State was seeking to reinstate three of the felony charges contained within the State's amended information. Hunter and Kennedy had previously been charged with two counts of trafficking in obscenity and one count of keeping for sale obscene material, all three counts being felonies. An evidentiary hearing was held in the April of 1997 in which the two trafficking charges remained as felonies, but the one count of 'keeping for sale obscene material' was reduced, once again, to a misdemeanor.
In the final analysis, when all the fear-mongering and personal prejudices are stripped away, what are "We the People" so afraid of? Do "We the People" truly believe that someone left alone to write, draw and publish will be able to bring this Great Republic of ideas, and ideals, crashing to ruin here at the outset of its third century of existence? The incidents that you have just read about are real, and they happened here in the United States of America, creators of the Bill of Rights. Let me remind you of Amendment 1, The Constitution of the United States of America: "Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people to peaceably assemble, and to petition the government for the redress of grievances."
What part of this do some people not understand?
(thanks to the CBLDF and Dial B for Blog for several graphics used in this Rock Around the Town entry)
(Here's one of the very first published comic stories ever drawn by superstar artist Stuart Immonen, later famed for his work on Superman, Supergirl, etc.)