When I think back to the beginning of Sparkshooter, I think . . . "Man, it's been a long time."
The true genesis of the comic goes all the way back to high school. When my best friend Shawn Delaney started getting involved in bands, I went from tagalong to roadie to manager. At a young age, I was trying (and failing. And succeeding!) to get the band booked at parties and bars. (I did pull off one bar; it was the first one I was ever in underage. Not the last. But still.) The core of that band, The Ravenous Doorknobs, featured Shawn, my buddy Jason Renn (bass), and the late warrior-priest of our merry tribe, Mike Acton (drums). Other players that spent time with the group included James Schrettenbrunner (lead guitar), Eric Ahnfeldt (lead guitar), and the late Mickey Osmon (who was the drummer before Mike).
THE ICICLE THIVES circa 1992 (l. to r. Dave, Jason, Shawn, Mike) |
I get into this mainly to say that I have a decades-long attachment to being in and around bands, to working on the booking, the promoting, the event planning, the cleaning-spam-and-battery-acid-off-the-flooring. Those experiences sort of baked into me and who I am. And years later, they came out as the story of Sparkshooter.
That's reflected in Chapter 1 when Jack recaps the origin of Crazy Yeats. It's not any kind of exact match, but it's meant to echo the journey that so many young bands go on. When I think about THOSE times, I almost exclusively think about what should be obvious: we had A LOT of fun. Like, A LOT. I don't know that there's anything else I would have rather done in that period between my senior year of high school and the first year-and-a-half of college. I can't imagine it would have been much more fun, that's for damn sure. And I would stay heavily involved in the music for another ten years. That's the foundation of this story, and I'll revisit it from time to time.
Thank you for reading.