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After attracting a limited but devoted fanbase following his debut album, Bodi turned to touring. He found touring suited him and began to run the festival circuit.
But offstage, things were falling apart.
Specifically, his pants, which had developed a loose button from the rigors or touring. Just before opening his set at XL Weekend on Pen Island he suffered a catastrophic wardrobe malfunction that left his passion and artistic integrity on full display. Fortunately, fans and critics alike loved it: critics hailed the event as “passionately honest,” “daring,” “avante-garde,” and praised “getting to see the real Bodi, raw and uncut both figuratively and literally.” Fans were just unapologetically horny and liked that they, quote, “got to see his penis.”
But offstage, things were falling apart.
Specifically, one of his guitars, which was worn out from overuse, so he bought a new one. Bodi then reoriented his career and image around the happy accident: both his live album and the remaster of his first album featured fully nude photos on the cover.
But offstage, things were falling apart.
Specifically, his contract with his agent, who did not like the new direction his image was taking, because he was straight and kind of a bigot, but he wasn’t actually part of the artistic vision, Bodi argued, so he fired him. The subsequent artistic freedom saw him release a duo album with the esteemed K.K. Slider. The collaboration with the indie hitmaker cemented Bodi’s emerging reputation as a maverick auteur who presented a naked, unvarnished, unadorned musical vision. Slider joined him in his cover photo tradition, and rumor at the time paired the two romantically, but neither ever made any statement confirming or denying the love connection.
But offstage, things were falling apart.
Specifically, the sandwich Bodi had ordered, so he ordered another one. It was in conversation with the delivery guy that Bodi determined to take to the festival circuit again, which he did for several years to rave reviews. Especially Flaming Men, of which he was a founding member and at which he proved to be a main draw and permanent headliner.
But offstage, things were falling apart.
Specifically, one of the footstools in the dressing room, so a roadie was dispatched to get a screwdriver and-
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It is astounding how little production materials for these movies exist online.
Character sheets or turnarounds? Nah. “Art of/Making of” books? Nope. Neither of them even made video games to get character models from.
Rock Dog had one advantage, though… it’s actually a (relatively) unique and distinctive film name, as is the main character’s name. Can you imagine how hard it is to find precisely what you’re looking for when you have to search “Johnny Sing”?! He didn’t even get a last name! Which is better than his dad, I guess, who is only MAYBE named Marcus.
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