Monday, June 22, 2026

Birthdays: nearly forget Alison Moyet whose 65th was this week

Calvin and Hobbes and the Price of Integrity: - How Bill Watterson Stuck to His Guns and Vanished [thanks to vintage-tigre ]

Calvin and Hobbes and the Price of Integrity:

- How Bill Watterson Stuck to His Guns and Vanished

vintage-tigre
"In my opinion there are three great titans of the comic strip: Snoopy’s Charles M Schulz, Garfield’s Jim Davis and Calvin & Hobbes’ Bill Watterson.

What distinguishes Watterson from the other two is that he never monetized his creation, except for being paid by his publisher to deliver the work.

“I went into cartooning to draw cartoons,” Watterson says, “not to run a corporate empire.”

Watterson treated cartooning not as a content pipeline but as a craft, almost a vocation. He wrote every word, drew every line, colored the Sunday strips, and painted the book illustrations himself. He believed comics could be art in the old, serious, capital-letter sense, and he saw the shrinking newspaper comic format as a slow cultural tragedy conducted in little boxes.

His publishers, Universal Press Syndicate, wanted the obvious things: Calvin shirts, Spaceman Spiff bumper stickers, cartoons, films, and worst of all in Watterson’s eyes, a Hobbes doll. The article is very good on why that mattered. Hobbes works because he is never nailed down. To Calvin, he is alive. To adults, he is a stuffed tiger. Both realities coexist. A real plush Hobbes would collapse that magic into a product, and Watterson saw that as an act of imaginative vandalism.

This refusal cost him staggering amounts of money. The article contrasts him with Jim Davis and the Garfield empire, where merchandising became a commercial supernova. Watterson looked at that path and essentially said: no thanks, I came here to draw cartoons, not to supervise lunchboxes. For six years he fought the syndicate over licensing, even though the contract originally gave them those rights. In the end, astonishingly, Watterson won. The syndicate backed down and rewrote the contract in his favor.

The article wisely resists turning Watterson into a saint with a drawing board. He could be severe, stubborn, and inclined to treat commerce as a dragon guarding a cash register. His claim of helplessness before the syndicate may also be a little dramatic, since Calvin and Hobbes without Watterson would have been about as valuable as a snowman in July.

His next victory was over the Sunday page itself. He pushed for a larger, freer format, one where the story shaped the panels rather than the panels squeezing the story flat. Editors grumbled, as editors must, but very few papers dropped the strip. Once again, Watterson had nudged a commercial machine toward art.

The cost was that freedom made everything harder. Bigger Sunday pages meant more invention, more labor, more pressure, and more private life fed into the furnace of quality. In the end, he won the room he needed to make better art, and that room helped exhaust him.

The final strip turns all this into a kind of snowy benediction. Calvin and Hobbes stand before a blank white world, spacious and unwritten. Then Watterson more or less disappears, leaving behind the rarest thing in American pop culture: a beloved creation that was never flattened into toys, sequels, lunchboxes, or battery-powered tigers.

Watterson’s integrity cost him millions, strained his career, annoyed editors, exhausted his life, and finally led him away from the thing that made him famous. But it also preserved Calvin and Hobbes as something unusually pure: a private imaginative kingdom somehow shared by millions, never officially turned into a breakfast cereal, a theme park, or a talking plush tiger with replaceable batteries.

Amazingly, Watterson only worked on the comic for 10 years. The final strip was published on December 31, 1995.

The last panel of the final Calvin and Hobbes strip shows Calvin and Hobbes riding their sled down a snowy hill into a wide white landscape, with Calvin saying:

“It’s a magical world, Hobbes, ol’ buddy… let’s go exploring!”

It is a beautifully perfect ending: not a farewell speech, but a launch into mystery."

For those wondering what happened to the creator in the years that followed there’s more to be discovered on Wikipedia:

read on here

Imelda May - Got it Going ON!

. . . oh you KNOW it!

Imelda May

so the Huey ‘Piano' Smith reminded me about Clarence!

another nice clip from

Rich Hynes

(Girl) Clarence “Frogman" Henry "Ain't Got No Home" / New Orleans, Louisiana USA / Algiers neighbourhood / Fats Domino / Professor Longhair / Bobby Mitchell & the Toppers 1952, saxophonist Eddie Smith / Chess Records A&R man Paul Gayten / Cosimo Matassa #studio / DJ Poppa Stoppa #R&B #gimmick / "Frogman" / opened for The Beatles in 1964

so here’s the whole thing!

Clarence 'Frogman' Henry, I ain't got no home (LIVE!)

Huey "Piano" Smith, -"Don't You Just Know It"

First heard from the good Dr (John that is!) on his gumbo album the original is a fine fine Nawleanz R’n’B!

Huey ''Piano'' Smith - Don't You Just Know It (1959)
"Don't You Just Know It," released in 1958 by Huey "Piano" Smith, is a quintessential New Orleans rhythm and blues track that captures the lively spirit of the era. Known for his playful piano playing, Smith infused the song with a blend of traditional blues and upbeat rhythms, creating a danceable and infectious hit.
The track, characterized by its catchy chorus and buoyant piano melodies, quickly became a jukebox and radio favorite. Smith's vibrant performance, coupled with the memorable "Ha ha ha ha" chant, made the song stand out and resonate with audiences. The playful lyrics of "Don't You Just Know It" reflect the carefree mood of the time, further cementing its status as a New Orleans R&B classic.
Over the years, the song's popularity has endured, with various artists covering and sampling it. This enduring appeal highlights Huey "Piano" Smith's talent and the timeless nature of great rhythm and blues music.
Huey Smith's journey in music was marked by his early talent and years of honing his skills. His signing with Ace Records led to the success of "Don't You Just Know It," which broke into the Top Ten of the Billboard Pop charts and reached No. 4 on the R&B charts. Despite controversies with Ace Records, Smith's influence in the genre remained significant.
The Titans, an R&B group from Los Angeles, also recorded their version of "Don't You Just Know It" in January 1958. While their rendition didn't achieve significant sales, it contributed to the song's rich history.
Today, "Don't You Just Know It" remains a beloved classic, a testament to Huey "Piano" Smith's impact on New Orleans rhythm and blues. His legacy continues to be celebrated for its innovation and charisma, making a lasting impression on the music world.

1950s MUSIC