Hold on a second for a minute here — didn’t somebody make a comment yesterday about today still being “In my day”? Has Frazz been hacked like HBO?? Jef — DON’T GIVE IN TO THEM!
I used to do that with the ruined tomatoes, only I’d use an oversized zucchini as a bat. Now days there’s something in my soil that prevents the growing of either.
This was a really great comic. Sometimes I wonder why I still read Frazz, since I do usually find the main character annoying, but strips like this are a lot of fun. Being older doesn’t mean you can’t have fun!
My dad was a choir teacher, and a good one. I had him from 6th grade through high school, and I’m a better cartoonist for it. That’s not supposed to be a joke — he was, and is, a generalist supreme. If he taught you everything there was to know about how to sing and all it did was help you sing, he’d have wondered what he did wrong that it didn’t cross over better into the rest of your life.
My senior year, we did this exchange concert with a choir from Listowel, Ontario, and one of the numbers was a tongue-in-cheek multi-movement opus called “Animals.” One of the songs, one of the themes, explored the kind of chanting you associate with echoey monasteries, and I somehow landed the solo part. Here’s the thing: you HAD to sing off key, so now you know how I got the part.
Except the director from Ontario wasn’t buying my story that I was just the worst singer who could remember the words. “You can’t sing that bad, and make it work, without knowing exactly how to sing,” said the Zen master choir director. Okay. Silently, I met him in the middle: I knew full well how to sing, but didn’t have the confidence I’d be able to pull it off in my usual terrified state onstage. This gave me an “I meant to do that” out, the same way cartoons in the context of fine art did for so many years, too.
I still don’t dare sing in public, but I’m not terrified to draw for the world. And in today’s Frazz, I got to draw Mrs. Olsen poised to swing a baseball bat like someone who’d never held a baseball bat, and I couldn’t have done it and made it work without knowing exactly how to swing.
Chrisdiaz801 over 7 years ago
Cool.
Bilan over 7 years ago
Was she about to say that in her day, kids didn’t play baseball with apples?
ellisaana Premium Member over 7 years ago
Nor with tomatoes. (It’s still summer.)
M2MM over 7 years ago
I hope those were the yucky apples their sell cheap at the produce clearance bin. :P
butterflies1958 over 7 years ago
summertime and tomatoes are plenty
tommysmo over 7 years ago
He’s standing a little too close for comfort. I hope tomorrow he’s covered in fruit!
Indycar over 7 years ago
I’m glad Caulfield turned the tables on Mrs. Olsen, that was getting annoying.
Fido (aka Felix Rex) over 7 years ago
Hold on a second for a minute here — didn’t somebody make a comment yesterday about today still being “In my day”? Has Frazz been hacked like HBO?? Jef — DON’T GIVE IN TO THEM!
pumaman over 7 years ago
What’s next, frog baseball??
Jeff0811 over 7 years ago
Carpe Diem.
Pipe Tobacco Premium Member over 7 years ago
Nice. Glad to see Caulfield being nice!
Scott S over 7 years ago
He is correct. Age is as much attitude as it is time!
Seed_drill over 7 years ago
I used to do that with the ruined tomatoes, only I’d use an oversized zucchini as a bat. Now days there’s something in my soil that prevents the growing of either.
Night-Gaunt49[Bozo is Boffo] over 7 years ago
I would never even think of destroying food even bad food that way.
Lizard Lass Premium Member over 7 years ago
This was a really great comic. Sometimes I wonder why I still read Frazz, since I do usually find the main character annoying, but strips like this are a lot of fun. Being older doesn’t mean you can’t have fun!
cats_in_bowties over 7 years ago
Today is gonna be the day that they’re gonna throw it back to you.
Thehag over 7 years ago
Nice to see they have achieved detente.
Night-Gaunt49[Bozo is Boffo] over 7 years ago
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My dad was a choir teacher, and a good one. I had him from 6th grade through high school, and I’m a better cartoonist for it. That’s not supposed to be a joke — he was, and is, a generalist supreme. If he taught you everything there was to know about how to sing and all it did was help you sing, he’d have wondered what he did wrong that it didn’t cross over better into the rest of your life.
My senior year, we did this exchange concert with a choir from Listowel, Ontario, and one of the numbers was a tongue-in-cheek multi-movement opus called “Animals.” One of the songs, one of the themes, explored the kind of chanting you associate with echoey monasteries, and I somehow landed the solo part. Here’s the thing: you HAD to sing off key, so now you know how I got the part.
Except the director from Ontario wasn’t buying my story that I was just the worst singer who could remember the words. “You can’t sing that bad, and make it work, without knowing exactly how to sing,” said the Zen master choir director. Okay. Silently, I met him in the middle: I knew full well how to sing, but didn’t have the confidence I’d be able to pull it off in my usual terrified state onstage. This gave me an “I meant to do that” out, the same way cartoons in the context of fine art did for so many years, too.
I still don’t dare sing in public, but I’m not terrified to draw for the world. And in today’s Frazz, I got to draw Mrs. Olsen poised to swing a baseball bat like someone who’d never held a baseball bat, and I couldn’t have done it and made it work without knowing exactly how to swing.
starclaw almost 7 years ago
Made my day!