1982 ^_^

I got stuff in my collection dated as far back as 1969, and "kid's" stuff older than that. But it is kind of scary that this drawing is likely older than a significant percentage of the members of FurAffinity.

1969 thats like wood stock and stuff cool! ;)

Don't forget Fat Freddy's Cat.

Or Fat Freddie Scat!

F. Frederick Skitty, I presume.

I miss fanzines.

They're still around in SF fandom, though virtually dead among furries (maybe there are still portfolios around, but I haven't been to a furry con in years to see if they are).

Incresingly, though, fanzines are only available as .pdfs or as web pages. One great depository for digital zines is eFanzines, run by Bill Burns. Google it.

I'm still slightly older than this drawing... December of 1981. ^_^;;

I recently picked up the big fat Freak Bros omnibus. They claim they're still puttering about with the movie...

I have all the old Freak Bros. stuff in comic books. Not first printings, until you get to later issues, but they have the original ambiance anyway.

As long as it isn't directed by Steven Spielberg, who has an uncanny knack for brining his childood to everyone else's, and spoiling it for them.

Oh shit!! I got in trouble and props at school for knowing who they where. XD

One teacher was pretty laid back and enjoyed them when he was young he said, and another teacher remember it well too and nearly took the old paper back away. An original print. :o

That's a great rendition of them. Very on-model.

i remember them from my youth

I rememer them from when I was a youth. They were passing around among my friends in high school in, oh, 1972 I guess. Freak Brothers wasn't new then, but that's about when they reached Toronto.

Those three ! From Shakedown Street, no less !

Mamzelle Hepzibah: EHEU !!

Always preferred G Shelton to R Crumb, I admit.

Crumb is the "serious one," who is really all about the 1950s, not the '60s. His stories are classic post-War gazing into the belly-button with the lens of Freud, about rebelling against button-hole conformity, about the confrontation of black stereotypes with white guilt. Crumb is Ginsberg's generation, not The Beatles.

Shelton is not really about either. He was from the Texas cigarette pack in the fold of your t-shirt arm world of hot-rods and ass-kicking, who happened to stumble onto the hippie scene, but was never a part of it.

But Shelton was generally a better story teller than Crumb, and funnier, even if there may be little lasting relevance to an 8 foot Warthog that hated commies.

I've got an enormous amount of both, but have found that I tired of Crumb earlier. I can' read Fritz the Cat at all, and his late material often leaves me cold. I can only take so much about 1920s Yazoo blues guys that almost nobody has heard of. And Crumb's Old Testament? Seems familar ... do you suppose he plagiarized?