this guy is from a band called Guitar Wolf and he looks like a character in a 90s fmv fighting game
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Let Me Drive My Van (Into Your Heart)
Written and Composed by Rebecca Sugar
Performed by Tom Scharpling
Arranged by Aivi & Surasshu
Electric guitar by our Animation Director Nick DeMayo
This track was engineered and produced by jazz bassist John Leftwich! Thanks so much John!
I got to write a song for Tom Scharpling, host of my absolute favorite radio show The Best Show on WFMU! A total dream come true!
Everyone who hasn’t heard Best Show, you’ve got 13 years of archives to start listening to right now!!!
The song “Hotel California” is basically a bad Yelp review and a 3 minute guitar solo.
Still waiting for the part in the job interview where they punch me I’m the mouth, throw my shoes over a power line, and tell me I’m walking home barefoot.
Robo sketches! These guys float around collecting things with their claws and feet pincers.
Process
I started doodling shapes and lines and see where it took me, then I just Picked 3 main colors, green, cyan and pink and started rendering on top of that trying to make harsh or unexpected choices, well at least to me. These would be what I call a first pass on something, there’s really not a lot standing out besides the concept of having their feet act as clamps, the rest is pretty run of the mill.
For a second round I would try to find color combos or shapes that feel good on these and keep exploring, also maybe adding humans for scale could be fun.- Gabo
…I don’t know WHAT changed, but for some reason, Scooby’s Laff-A-Lympics has SO many more “this layer’s glass is obviously moving” errors than any other Scooby shows.
Did Hannah-Barbera pull a Spinal Tap, and order glass that was supposed to be 3 yards long, but got 3 feet sheets instead?
Well, as a member of a zippier generation, with a sparkle in its eyes and a snap in its stride, let me tell you what kept us as high as kites a lot of the time: hatred. All my life I’ve had people to hate–from Hitler to Nixon, not that those two are at all compartin their villainy. It is a tragedy, perhaps, that human beings can get so much energy and enthusiasm from hate. If you want to feel ten feet tall and as though you could run a hundred miles within stopping, hate beats pure cocaine any day. Hitler resurrected a beaten, bankrupt, half-starved nation with hatred and nothing more. Imagine that.
Talk fantasy prosthetics to me.
An elf maiden dances on feet of living wood sung into shape, planted in soil and watered when she takes them off. Every year she plants the old ones and sings a new pair. (Incidentally, the pair of peach saplings from three years ago have produced an excellent crop- She makes preserves from them, and despite the inevitable jokes about “toe-jam”, they are appreciated.)
A dwarf king has a metal fist, all tiny gears and fine wires, kept wound by a mischievous mine-spirit bound to the spring as punishment- the more it struggles, the tighter the spring.
An orc chieftaness is regularly asked for the story of how she earned the name Wyrmthrottler- she boasts of how she strangled the dragon that ate her arm, and had her shaman make a new arm from its bones, with its fangs as the fingers.
A necromancer simply re-attached his old leg bones- Sacrificing a few mice each day keeps it going.
A pirate captain lost her arm to a shark attack: a passing selkie saved her, and gave her tattoos of kraken blood. Now she has an arm made of salt-water, that grows and wanes with the tides, and swings a cutlass as well as the original. (She doesn’t sail as far these days though: she doesn’t want her wife to worry.)
A wandering swordsman was broken at the waist- his ancestral armour allows him to walk again, as long as he keeps it polished, and burns incense to the ancestors regularly.
A high priestess has an eye made from a crystal ball- to predict the future, all she has to do is wink.
A bard was struck deaf by illness- he struck a deal with the god of music. Now he wears hearing-trumpets made from his old pipes, and dedicates his every song to the god of music- the better he plays, the better his hearing. (It is said his music could make statues weep, and he can hear a mouse fart at 60 paces.)
A princess has the arm of a golem, enchanted clay with mystic words carved in- her music tutor despairs of how her harp playing has become even worse, but her calligraphy tutor is ecstatic over her handwriting.
A goblin pickpocket has an arm made of whatever he steals- no-one feels his fingers, and even if they did, they couldn’t find their possessions amongst all the rest.
A witch has eyes made from shadow and starlight, given to her in a game with a demon. Nobody dares to ask what she wagered- they aren’t even sure she won.
A warg was born deaf and blind- his people learned of his power when the nearest birds started staring at them, and dogs pricked up their ears as he walked past.


