With the abrupt passing of our good friend the irreplaceable Greg Peters, I’ve been sifting through the vault.
When we lived together in the Wobbly House Anarcho-Collective, where the dryer contained broken glass and a bowling ball, and there were bands in the basement and every night was REALLY LOUD and the landlord had quite a lot to say about us to Jim’s parents at the end of it all, and Greg and I worked together at Vicious Corner, insulting frat boys and listening to the Sisters of Mercy and Husker Du while stocking the cooler, I was always finding some brilliantly altered mass-media or original sketches littering the carpet or left unmentioned in my sketchbooks.
The collage format, later to be further explored in his brilliant strip “Suspect Device,” was already kicking into high gear. Click on the below for a larger insightful look into the Jim Bakker Scandal:
We watched a LOT of Divorce Court on TV.
Greg was way ahead of his time. Harvey Comics STILL hasn’t capitalized on Casper’s market by repositioning him as a Zombie:
“The Shame of the Rudimentary Penis.” The scan doesn’t do the delicate pencil justice- it’s like a Leonardo da Vinci, if Leonardo had had a really rude sense of humor.
He always used to say, “I have a degree in psychology. I know what’s wrong with you. But I’m not telling.”
We will miss you so, Greg.
But you still make us like to fall over with the laughing.
Please donate to the memorial educational fund for Greg’s 2 beautiful boys. They’re only 5-8 years out from college, and we all know that’s not available for people without money.
Go to any Chase Bank, tell them you want to make a deposit to the Magnus and Grey Wilder Peters Fund, routing #065400137. If they need the account number, which they probably don’t, it’s 3011900171.
No, you can’t make withdrawals from the account. Nice try, though.
I remember “The Village Coroner’s Body Counter–‘We can’t take them if they’re crushed'” To paraphrase Lou Reed, Greg’s turds were worth most people’s diamonds.
I’d have to agree with you there Toby.
First comic I ever saw him do was in 1978 — right after the Jim Jones thing, a big Mr. Kool-Aid, grape flavored or course, bursting through to the thirsty followers, with a big, happy “Oh, yeah!” for them.
I remember that one too! Classic.