"Wonder had gone away, and he had forgotten that all life is only a set of pictures in the brain, among which there is no difference betwixt those born of real things and those born of inward dreamings, and no cause to value the one above the other."
--H.P. Lovecraft, The Silver Key
Last week I had the pleasure of meeting a sword-and-sorcery
legend: The talented Tom Barber, perhaps best known for his illustrations of
Zebra paperbacks in the 1970s, including a Robert E. Howard title (Black Vulmea’s Vengeance), several
Talbot Mundy reprints, and a trio of stunning covers for a Weird Tales
paperback revival edited by the late great Lin Carter. Barber was a prolific
fantasy and science fiction painter in the 70s and very early 80s, with credits
on a wide range of paperback titles and magazines like Galileo and Amazing Science
a great piece by Morgan Holmes focusing on his sword-and-sorcery work
over on the Castalia House blog.
Tom has led an interesting life. He graduated from the Art
Institute of Boston in 1967 and served as a Vietnam-era army medic in Germany
from 1968-71, providing bedside care for some grievously wounded soldiers
returning from the jungle. After an honorable discharge in 1971 he returned to
the United States and began working as a full-time illustrator.
When I pulled into Tom’s driveway he was sitting in an
Adirondack chair reading a Louis L’Amour paperback. Tom spent several years out
in Arizona and the west is in his blood. You can see it in his incredible
landscapes of towering red rocks, searing blue skies, and golden sands.
Unfortunately at that time in his life he was in the throes of alcoholism. The
war had left him with deep wounds, even though he wasn’t on the front lines.
Tom was an imminent danger of succumbing to addiction before he was saved by a
couple of Vietnam buddies who got him into a recovery program through the VA.
He’s been clean and sober for years, and resumed painting in 2005.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, he took me into his
unattached studio, suitably dark and mysterious with a bleached cattle skull
greeting entrants. Inside I was greeted by some stunning original oils adorning
the walls, from stunning landscapes to raging storms to the deeps of space. Tom
took me on a guided tour of his artwork, including original oils as well as a
nice .ppt slideshow of all of his major art, many of which now sits in the
hands of private buyers. I glimpsed a stack of Conan Dark Horse reprints,
recently given to him by a friend. We talked a bit about Howard and
sword-and-sorcery, but also about Harlan Ellison and Steven Pressfield’s
superlative The War of Art, among
other wide-ranging subjects.
Three of the most stunning paintings in his studio are quite
personal in nature: One is a trio of Vietnam soldiers, the original of which is
on permanent display at a Vet Center in White River Junction, VT. It’s a moving
work of art, with two soldiers helping up a third wounded comrade. The other is
a quartet of bikers, two of which are Vietnam vets. Tom told me that the guy on
the left ran point for a year in the bush and survived the
ordeal with barely a
scratch, and remains the most perceptive, aware person he’s ever known.
Undoubtedly not a coincidence. The other guy to me looks like a lot like Karl
Edward Wagner, though he’s not. Both helped Tom get sober in the mid-80s.
The third piece of art is a conceptual/symbolic work, a
skull ripping free of a man in a straightjacket. Tom told me this a
self-portrait, his own breaking loose of addictions and society’s pressures. It’s
called (appropriately) Free At Last.
He also showed me a press proof of Adrian Cole’s Bane of Nightmares, one of a couple Barber illustrated titles I
have on my bookshelf. I bought a copy of his book What the f*** was that all about? The story of a warrior’s journey home,
a fictitious account of a Vietnam Veteran’s struggles with addiction and
reintegration to society that loosely mirrors Barber’s own struggles.
Free At Last
Tom was full of wisdom and is a true artist’s artist. I wish
I had a tape recorder running, but I do remember a couple of his memorable bits
of advice and storytelling: “Art that isn’t shared with the world is only half
finished.” Of his decision to leave commercial art in the early 80s, the jobs
were becoming the equivalent of “filling in a coloring book,” leaving little
room for artistic license or interpretation. He seemed genuinely touched that I
took such an interest in his work, and he likewise offered me many words of
support for my upcoming work.
Tom is going to be illustrating the cover of Flame and Crimson: The rise, fall, and
relevance of sword-and-sorcery. It’s my upcoming non-fiction study the
sword-and-sorcery subgenre. I am humbled to be collaborating with an individual
of his talents and resume. We met through Bob McLain, the publisher of Pulp
Hero Press with whom I am under contract. Initially I was planning to come to the
meeting with Tom to offer him some concrete ideas for the cover, but after
hearing him talk about coloring books I’m glad I did not. Artists need creative
Tom gave me a pencil sketch and I’m super pleased with the early
concept: Simple, stark, eye-catching, with a classic sword-and-sorcery feel. It
definitely won’t be a lifeless Frank Frazetta clone. I can’t wait to see the
In addition to the art in his studio Tom has several (as
many as 20-30) paintings in storage in a gallery in Franklin, NH. I’m heading
back up to Andover next month and we’ve already made plans to head over to
Franklin and look at the rest of his art. I can’t wait. Expect more photos and
Wake alone in the hills With the wind in your face It feels good to be proud And be free and a race that is part of a clan To live on highlands The air that you breathe So pure and so clean When alone on the hills With the wind in your hair And a longing to feel Just to be free
Iron Maiden has been ignored by radio stations their entire career. Largely passed over by mainstream media outlets. And granted no consideration by the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. But on Thursday, August 1 they played in front of a sea of 19,000 fans at the sold out XFinity Center in Mansfield, MA.
I was one of them. And they kicked my ass.
It's unbelievable that these six dudes from England, now all in their 60s, can still sound this fantastic and draw such huge crowds. They've kept themselves in great shape, stayed off the drugs that got so many metal bands in trouble, and possess an incredible degree of artistic integrity. As a result they've built up an incredibly loyal fan base. Maiden requires no external, artificial support to sell tickets. Their music speaks for itself.
These days for me, concerts are in all honesty more about the friendship than the music. As great as
Tailgating trio. Me at left.
Maiden was, hanging out in the parking lot for a couple hours beforehand drinking beer and blasting Maiden CDs with a couple friends on a beautiful 80-degree night, was the highlight. Just an unbelievable amount of fun, you could not wipe the shit-eating grin off my face.
Take that Hitler!
Inside, seeing Maiden rip through Aces High with a full-size Spitfire over the stage, and Bruce in a leather pilot jacket, aviator goggles and leather helmet, had me grinning ear-to-ear. Hearing Churchill's speech over the PA always makes me want to scramble a fighter and shoot down some ME-109s.
I got to hear The Clansman and belt out the epic ass-kicking patriotic verses (see above). Where Eagles Dare had me air-drumming in a frenzy. For the Greater Good of God was unexpected, an excellent song from a great album (A Matter of Life and Death). I loved Sign of the Cross, the second song Maiden pulled out from the Blaze Bayley years. It's heart-warming that Bruce performs songs during the era he chose to leave the band to pursue a solo career.
Bruce was in fine form singing and is a smashing entertainer. He came out for Fear of the Dark in a dark trenchcoat, looking like Jack the Ripper, slowly swinging a sinister green lantern back and forth as he intoned the opening verses ("When the light begins to change; I sometimes feel a little strange; A little anxious when it's dark"). You know the rest. He battled a monstrous Eddie on stage during The Trooper.
What an encore. The Evil that Men Do, Hallowed be Thy Name, and Run to the Hills, back-to-back-to-back? Are you kidding me? Metallica or Black Sabbath could not match that trio of hits. I'd put The Evil that Men Do and Hallowed in my top 5 Maiden songs of all time.