The Wayward Toonists' Swingin' Jukebox Jam!

We're less than three months out, Rock n Roll HQ Studios smells like backstage at a Cramps gig (only with more turps and enamel, less sick and shite, for now at least), and it's time to sound off and remind you that ART is in the OFFING.

Go here for the full skinny, and keep checking in at my (hypothetical) development sketchbook (featuring terrifying insights into the Stygian abysses of the Platinum Depot visual arts process diary) over at Flickr, too.

Here's a sketch of original hellraiser and tritone advocate, Bob Johnson, he of the crossroads and Faustian pacts, to get the ball rolling.



Game ON.