EXTRACTS: Illustrators issue 25 © 2019 The Book Palace (96 PAGES in Full edition)

96 the show looking for a door marked “Backstage.” There wasn’t one. We loved the concert (which seemed to be populated by my high school graduating class), and I enjoyed the “shout out” from Rick as he pointed at us and gave me the thumbs up (I’m assuming because I happen to have lucked into quite the hot sexy wife). Unless he was giving her the thumbs up for snaring an elderly bald husband (yeah, that must’ve been it!). Well,Rickwaspointing toa lot of people intheaudience, and of course he didn’t know who I was. I briefly had the urge to shout from the audience, “I WAS THE GUY YOU MET ONCE FOR THREE MINUTES AT THE VIC TWENTY-FOUR YEARS AGO! REMEMBER?!” but decided against it. As my last chance I went to the front of the stage for the encore. Just as they finished and Rick walked by, I yelled something and held out the art to him. Rick took it, looked perplexed, then realized they had something to do with Cheap Trick , nodded, and walked off stage. Now all I have to do, I explained to Alyson matter- of-factly with a dismissive wave of the hand, is wait a few minutes for it to dawn on him who I am and how awesome the art is. Then an excited Rick will come back out and the six of us (Alyson, me and Cheap Trick ) will be hanging all night discussing how I’ll be doing all their CD, T-shirt and promotional illustrations. The evening would obviously wrap up in a jam session where I’d be playing the drums on ‘Surrender’. After about 20 minutes waiting, the Star Plaza staff started sweeping around our feet. We were asked to leave the theatre. Next stop, the bar. And by my 12th drink I was telling anyone within earshot that: “I didn’t want to draw for them anyhow!” ● From The Inside: Rock Dreams Hanging out with your favourite rock band and working for them is the anecdote that the World’s Best Artist, Mitch O’Connell (who appeared in issue number 13), shares with us. One of Mitch’s pin-ups sporting a Rick Nielsen guitar. © Mitch O’Connell I’ve done about 100 CD covers and scores of posters. They range from small indie rock, compilation albums and some bands you might have actually heard of. But that doesn’t keep me trying for more work, which reminds me of a story... (cue hazy screen fade) At one point in my illustrious career, instead of waiting to be commissioned, I decided to just go ahead with a few dream gig poster pieces I’ve always wanted to do (I’m only going to be around for so long). One of these projects was doing art for a band I love, Cheap Trick . About 100 years ago (early ’90s) Rick Nielsen gave me a call to ask if we could get together backstage at the Vic Theatre to talk about me doing something for Cheap Trick (spoiler alert I said “yes”). I have no idea how he heard of me. Of course I felt like quite the hot shot before the show, with my fancy backstage pass as the Vic security staff ushered me though the iron gate entrance to the Vic caverns to meet Rick. Again, being so long ago, before I had any books out, I just lugged a bunch of original paintings for him to glance at. He was as nice as could be, but nothing ever came of it. Fast forward over 20 years later. All my contact information for Rick, the management company and whoever else, was forgotten, but seeing they’d be playing at the Star Plaza Theatre, only an hour away, gave me the deadline motivation to finally just go ahead and work something up with the not really firmed up plan of showing it to them at the performance. Now, what to draw? I couldn’t do something with the four iconic members of the band since Bun E. Carlos had left, but the iconic guitars lit the idea lightbulb. First I sketched out a girl dressed as Rick with the cap and sweater playing guitars, but that wasn’t working. Then I switched to using the gals that I’ve been drawing in a series of tattoos inspired by vintage Lili St. Cyr lingerie advertising. Eureka (at least to my way of thinking)! The night of the big event Alyson (my wife) and I booked the luxury package of room, food and third row tickets at the Star Plaza. I had two large glossy posters made of the art under my arm as I glanced around before