12. MEETING SAM AT SAN DIEGO COMIC-CON
I had an in for meeting Sam Kieth. He lived in Sacramento, where I lived at the time, and I had gotten to know a very close, long-time friend of his, Tim Foster. I knew Tim had a love of comics, just like I did. When I started working on “The Lump” pages, I was eager to get advice from anyone who read comics, so I hunted him down to see what he thought. He was impressed that I had pounded out so many pages in the amount of time most aspiring comic artists would do one page, if they were lucky to finish it. So I got mentioned next time he spoke with Sam. Sam told him, “I can see we’re going to have to kill this guy.” Which I assume meant they were both impressed that I kept plugging along and getting work done. Tim told me Sam would be at the convention, and I looked forward to trying to find him.
At San Diego, my fiance, Elizabeth (I proposed at that very con) and I found him in the schedule listings, and sat in the front row of a packed “Interviewing Sam Kieth” panel discussion.
In the panel, he talked about how no one liked the look of his work when he was just getting started. People didn’t think he could draw. Everyone would say, “You draw feet way too big,” or whatever. But now, everyone says, “I love how you draw feet so big.” Interesting how people’s perceptions change over time.
He talked about the Maxx cartoon, and how he had nothing to do with it, but that the creators were real fans, and wanted to make the cartoon absolutely true to the comic. Sam actually felt that this was a bit of a detriment, how accurately they copied it. In comics, you have a full page, and one panel will be small because it’s incidental, and then the next panel will be huge, because it’s important and has to pack a punch. But you can’t convey that in cartoons, and they would blow up the incidental, small panel, and it would feel different. And it would look sloppier than other images, because it wasn’t meant to be seen with such emphasis. Interesting. You don’t really think about stuff like that until people say it.
The interviewer would ask him a question, and he’d have really long, interesting answers, and then the interviewer would have to keep saying, “I’m sorry, but I have to cut you off, because we haven’t gotten very far, and we only have an hour, and there were some other things I wanted to talk about.”
Afterward, we followed Sam out with a mob of other fans. People were asking him to sign things, or telling him what a fan they were and how much his work meant to them. He walked really slowly while he visited. Elizabeth and I eventually worked our way to the front of the mob, and I introduced myself and told him, “We have a mutual friend. He told me you said you’re going to have to kill me.” He didn’t realize I was joking. He was apologetic and embarrassed, even though I was just making an excuse to begin a conversation. He visited with us for awhile as we walked to his next event. I told him it would be great if he might ever have a chance to look at my stuff. I told him I assumed he would be busy during the con, but maybe back home. He wanted to see what I was doing, said he would be signing the next day, and that maybe we could plan to hook up once he was finished.
The next day, we popped over now and then to see how he was doing for his signing. There was a huge line, and it just never stopped the entire time. Sam was giving free sketches to everyone who waited in line. We could hear him saying things like, “Don’t be ridiculous, you waited in line all this time, you get a sketch. Who do you want?” When his allotted time had run out, the DC booth-runners went up to the next person in line, and basically just said, Sorry, everyone from here back, but we need to make room for the next autographer, so all of you beat it. Sorry, you’re out of luck.
Sam said the woman who had been cut off, who had obviously been waiting in line an hour or two, had such a look of despair and anguish, Sam immediately jumped up and told everyone in line, “No, no, everybody stay put. When they kick us out, we’ll all go over to the food court. Everyone’s getting a sketch.” And sure enough, they kicked him out, and he rounded up the line, and marched them over to the food court, and he sat there and sketched for everyone for an additional hour, until everyone had their chance to meet him and get a sketch.
At this point he was running out of time. He quickly looked over my stuff. He said he thought it looked good, and he didn’t have much advice except that I should think about self-publishing. Other people had given me this same advice, but it finally hit home now and began to plant a seed in my mind, here at the San Diego Con, after spending so much time waiting in portfolio review lines. He said, if you self-publish, then you have a finished, printed product, and that puts you head and shoulders above all these little punks (“little punks” is my phrase, not his) waiting in line at these cons. Then editors will take you more seriously. Then people are more willing to publish your stuff, or even just look at it. He told me, back when he was doing the portfolio review thing, an editor once said, “Well you have to work on this and this and this,” and tried to shrug him off. Sam told him he’d done those things in the comics he’d had published, and here they were. The editor flipped through them, and said, “Oh, I didn’t know you were published. Give me your card, and disregard all that stuff I was saying about your work earlier.”
It was after this trip that I began seriously visualizing self-publishing, and piecing together the stories and structure of what would become my self-published “Tabloia Weekly Magazine.”
Sam said he had to run, and we were soon leaving ourselves to catch a plane home, so we parted, packed and went to the airport. We assumed Sam had to go to another panel discussion or con-related event. But when we got to the airport, there was Sam, ready to board the same plane! So we sat together and visited some more for the flight back. I was nervous that sitting with him the whole trip, we would wear out our welcome, or run out of things to say. But Sam is such a sweet, friendly, approachable, and easy-to-talk-with guy, we had a blast. We learned his wife had a psychology background, just like my wife. Sam actually knows a lot about psychology as a result, and that got Elizabeth and him talking for the entire trip home. I would learn how heavily psychological his comics were, but not until later, because believe it or not, I hadn’t read a Sam Kieth comic yet.
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