Groovy Cumbia – CD Art

Happy New Year to you all! The end of 2011 is approaching very quickly, and just yesterday I managed to finish all the inks for chapter 1 and 2 of Small Shen! Up for January 2012 will be the tones for those 2 chapters, and then onto chapters 3 and 4.

Today I’ll be showing you some art I did a while ago, for a Latin-American music CD. The font was already chosen before I started, so I decided to go with something bright and colourful. Using a brush pen was definitely the right choice for this, since I don’t think a G-pen (with its fine lines) would have stood out amongst the bright colours.

 
Cd and cover
 
Front and back
 
Inside and CD
 

Here’s the original computer files, click for a better look:

 
Original front and back
 
Original inside
 
Original CD
 

Happy 2012!!

 

Yunyu: The Christmas Chain Saw Massacre

Hi all! Christmas is coming up, and I just finished inking chapter 1 of Small Shen. There’s still chapter 2 to go, so hopefully I’ll be able to finish that by the end of this month. No Christmas holidays for me, but that’s the way it’s always been when I’m working on a book. So I’m used to it.

This week I’m showing something I did for my musician friend Yunyu. She’s been re-writing Christmas songs to suit her darkly subversive world views, and along with Zombie Christmas, this year it’s Were-Santa. The song takes the hot-button issues of this year, specifically werewolves and misbehaving Wall Street CEOs, and mixes the two together to create… something you can troll people with at the upcoming Christmas parties. Hey, I consider this song a happy song. And ofcourse, I created some appropriate album art for it.

To get your FREE copy of the song Were-Santa, join Yunyu’s Mailing List and it will be sent to you!

You can also listen to the song and download it at SoundCloud.

 

Crapmas by Yunyu
 

Lyrics

It’s the crap-crappiest time of the year
My head’s jingle belling,
And hippies are telling me
“Be of good cheer”
It’s my most sorrowful time of the year

It’s the crap-crappiest season of all
When I become Santa,
and no I’m not mental
I just want a cure
from this crap-crappiest sickness of all

I was making a killing
In stock market trading
Cashing in on all the loopholes
I’m worse than Charles Ponzi
I took more than Madoff
But hey you’re not perfect yourself

It’s my most sorrowful time of the year
A were-santa he got me
he bit me that bastard
and now once a year
I’m transformed into this ponce with the bells

I’ll pay anything for a cure
for this sickness
and swap this for lycanthropy
And anything’s better than riding with sleigh bells
and giving my fortunes away.

It’s my most sorrowful time of the year
my pockets are echoing
my world is ending and
Don’t you dare cheer
It’s the most sorrowful time
It’s the most sorrowful time

It’s the most sorrowful time of the year