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Dinse, Kurt – One Year in Indiana


One Year in Indiana

My first thought upon reading that cover is probably pretty obvious: how much does it really mean to call yourself America’s smartest death metal vocalist? Granted, maybe the lyrics of most death metal songs are lyrical poetry, but I’ve never understood what difference that makes if you can’t understand them. And this concludes the “you damned kids with your loud music” portion of the review. As a comic this is a great ball of fun, as Kurt tells the story of, well, one year in Indiana. Kurt, after living in a bus for ages, finally “settles down” on a couch in a tiny house in Indiana and this comic recounts the history of Liquid Breakfast (a local tradition involving drinking heavily in the wee hours of the morning); his lovely temp job of, as he puts it, of “taking things that were NOT in boxes and putting them INTO boxes”; the difficulty of making a beer run when being utterly snowed in and the odd people he met along his walk; and how playing Tomb Raider for too long can make the rest of the world seem like an adventure game. The man has some chops in the writing department and that’s the kind of art I can look at all day, so there’s not a damned thing to complain about here. He even has web links to various people and events in the book so the reader can follow along at home. $3

Dinse, Kurt – One Year in Indiana SPACE 2009 Edition



One Year In Indiana SPACE 2009 Edition

It must be obvious enough where most of the reviews have been coming from over the last few weeks, but the title of this one takes all the mystery away.  There are a couple of stories in this one, and I have no idea if they’re brand new for SPACE or if they’re stories that he put together into this book to sell, but either way it’s a decent mini.  The bulk of the story is taken up with a story of a recent short tour, detailing some of the dives he slept in and how he ended up with a fairly bizarre throat infection.  And while I hate to make fun of the death metal crowd I just can’t resist: how exactly can you tell when a death metal lead singer has a sore throat?  Kurt also explains how the antibiotic medicine ended up being a perfect mixer for whiskey, and while it’s something I’d never thought of, it makes perfect sense now.  The second story is a shortie, and it deals with a conversation with two people smoking pot in stereotypical (yet all too true) fashion.  Funny stuff in here, although as a whole it seemed a lot more light and fluffy than the last issue.  Which, being a SPACE book, was probably the point.  Worth checking out, if you can find it outside of SPACE, but I’d say to start with his meatier minis first.  No price, so let’s say $2 or a trip back in time to SPACE 2009.