Thought you all would enjoy seeing them. The building was only 7 years old when the picture was taken and the old school still stood. Fun little bit of history:)
I enjoy making characters and stories, even if most of them never get beyond some drawings and some brainstorming in my phone’s note app. This one is no different, but I am really proud of how this turned out. Colored pencil and ink pen (for the outlines).
Lore of the band below for anyone interested:
The ragged Anne’s was a group started in the early 80s by the middle pair, anslem and Ansley. (Not sure on exactly how or why yet). They played underground clubs in the Midwest United States for a few years, picked up Adam and Allen at their shows, and put out an album with only moderate fanfare. Their music was in line with the punk sound and ideology of the time. Singing about bringing down authority, equality for all, the problems of society/the machine, some random shock value pieces or songs that they just wanted to write, and over all, a hope for a better tomorrow.
At one of their shows, in 1986, a record producer was actually in the audience and impressed by their work enough to offer them a deal on making and promoting a second album, if they made their music… more palatable.
Anslem wanted to refuse. She mainly stood for the music, was happy with her current audience, enjoyed having their music heard. and was happy that she was able to live (meagerly) off their income. Ansley, however, after scraping by for 4 years with the band, instantly got dollar signs in her eyes. She argued with Anslem to let the band grow and prosper, but Anslem wouldn’t sell out to the same fat cats that they had often preached against. This argument lasted months, slowly growing more extreme. Allen was on anslem’s side and Adam was ambivalent either way. Ansley got more and more desperate to accept the deal.
Eventually, Ansley poisoned Anslem. She blamed the death on a relapsed drug problem Anslem had gotten clean from years ago, and Anslem posthumously joined the 27 club. No one else knew of the murder except Ansley. With the main opposition gone, the band accepted the album deal. Their music ragged Anne’s blew up almost overnight. Over the next 40 years, they got to be as big as greenday, but their music was indeed a watered down pop-punk, eventually devolving into pop-rock. Anselm was held up as this tragic figure head, kind of like Syd Barrett of Pink Floyd, a star gone to soon. And the murder passed into distant memory, nearly forgotten by Ansley.
But not all secrets stay dead…
Sorry for the ramble. I had so much fun putting this all together.