Chippendale first did Ninja and followed it up with this. If N' Oof come after. This was done in 1996 as part of work Chippendale was doing for the art and music collective he co-founded, For Thunder in Providence, RI. This work is 350 pages long, in small book fashion (4 x6 ?), all done on a Japanese catalogue he had to ink over and then scratch off (it looks to me like. . . ). It's the story of a little guy character, maybe in a world of maggots, who is also like a twenty something guy who goes through his life eating drinking, having sex, etc, but the narrative is disjointed; it's a series of disconnected narratives, really, or the point might be that it is essentially non-narrative, slackerish, sideways, for this guy.
So Chippendale is a drummer. My first image of rock drummer is the Sesame Street character Animal, who is just crazy manic. Well, I am told Chippendale as a drummer is like Animal in some respects. I dunno, haven't heard his music yet, but will check out. I can say the art is manic. My first impression is that is alternative or underground comix, and I'm not wrong there, in a sense, but this is primarily artwork that seems to have been done very very fast, propulsively, out of a kind of chaos. Not easy to read. If he scratches off to be able to write dialogue, you can't read the dialogue very easily because of the Japanese characters. Some pages have more than 40 little panels with this little guy making very little expression and not changing all that much. A kind of stasis. Conceptually interesting as art work, maybe, but not that engaging (to me) initially at all. And yet, when I slow down a bit and reread it, the nature of the maggot's life begins to emerge. Still, I can't imagine many people except conceptual art freaks that would go out of their way to spend very much time with this. But just what I've written this far, it's maybe repulsive or boring or interesting to you, or maybe all of that, I'd guess. I guess that's kinda the way I felt about it. It's about an idea of representation of a life. Alienating, obfuscating, lost. A kind of life, in a sort of void. Increasingly, as a form of representation, I come to appreciate what it is doing even if I don't love it as I would many more comprehensible stories. The notion of comprehensibility--and the question of how much/little narrative can sometimes do to help us understand certain kind of lives or life experiences--itself seems to be the point here.