true believers! First off, let me apologise to those of you
who tried logging on to this site over the last few days...
the number of people that have been visiting the site has
been increasing for a while now, but last week saw an unprecedented
jump in traffic - the result being that my bandwidth went
for the proverbial toss. However, Scotty seems to have the
engines back on, and we are now at Warp Seven proceeding towards
the Gamma quadrant on schedule.
yeah, lets talk about Champak. Champak was
one of your more substandard childrens' magazines around...
the ones you'd read when you wanted to slack off but there
was no Tinkle in sight. Make no mistake, though;
even as kids we knew that what we were reading was quite,
magazine had a mixture of comicbook-style stories and short
stories. They all had the kind of shitty English that we know
and love, but the really irritating thing about Champak
was that it always had this moralistic tone to it. I swear,
almost every story there had some fuckin' character-building
theme to it.
was full of rivetting dialogue like this.
when I came across an issue of Champak the other
day, I went in fully prepared for the assault on my brain.
Or so I thought. What I found chilled me to the bone. In their
zeal to build my character, the Champak people went
too far. They stepped over the line and attacked good old
rock 'n roll.
I'll let you see that and discover this outrage for yourself.
What is of particular interest, however, is that it seems
to have been written and drawn under the influence of some
extremely illegal substances. A little too psychedelic, especially
for a story that supposedly condemns the rock 'n roll lifestyle.
But you can judge that for yourself:
not talk about the colours. Let's not talk about the clouds
and trippy swirls. Let's not even talk about the gigantic
humanoid ears and the swirling pillars that frame the whole
damn thing... you want evidence that this story was written
by someone who was high as a kite? It's right there in the
names of the notes. Do, Re, Mi, Fa, So, Di, Ti...
already know the answer to that question, don't we? It's "rap,
pop and remix kind of music". Scroll up and check them
out again as they make their entry into Music City. If they
entered in the order they were named, then the big wild yellow
head is Rap; the bald, blue guy is Pop; and the red guy trailing
behind is Remix Kind Of Music.
only halfway into this story... click "next" to
see what happens!