Death-defying drawing with the Junkyard Dolls

Photo by Alexis de la Rosa
Photo by Alexis de la Rosa

The only way this session could have gotten any better was if Russell had gotten hip-checked through the front window.

Actually, you can say that for every session.

Or even going out for dinner and a movie.

The Junkyard Dolls roller derby team didn’t just bring “It”, they brought all the “Its”.  They brought every pronoun that had even been seen in public with “It”, was in “It’s” little black book, or “It” had ever listed as a reference on a resume.

Watch the video, you’ll see.  Really, watch it.  If you don’t, I don’t even understand why you’re reading this.

Wow.  I don’t even want to contemplate what various aches and pains haunted them for the next 3 days.  I get back pains when I put too much mac & cheese on my plate, much less from HOLDING SOMEONE UP IN THE AIR FOR WHAT WAS PROBABLY FOREVER.

Atomic Books and the Junkyard Dolls provided amazing prizes for folks to compete for–you can actually see one of the contests starting to derail in the stinger clip at the end of the credits.  If you don’t know Atomic Books, it’s a cool indy comic shop in Hampden on Falls Rd right off the Avenue.  You should check them out.  If you don’t know who the Junkyard Dolls are, well, I’m really confused at this point.  They’ll have matches starting up soon.  You should go watch one.

Thanks to Christian Tribastone, Craig Hankin, John Schloman, Kathleen Parker, Kimberly Keyes Stark, Omandi Consolloy, and Stewart White for sending in the drawings you see below.  (If someone has a website I’m missing linking to, just let me know.)

And LOTS of thanks to the Junkyard Dolls, specifically. . .

Adrenaline Junkie
Quickshot Kitty
Federal Kill
Canadian Bacon
Holly Gohardly
Smearinoff Ice
Xena Paradox
Bellatrips LaSmashya
Trixy Von Doom
Brawltimore Hon
Red Pepper
Free Radical
Hal
Slack Kerowack
Natty Bones

If I missed someone, for God’s sake let me know. 🙂

Thanks as well to our sponsors Atomic Books; thanks to Jeff Schock and Alexis for taking the photos you see below; thanks to Russell of the Windup Space for slinging booze and tunes; thanks to Maeve for not only holding down the door, helping set up everything up and take it down, BUT also dealing with someone acting shifty at the door that evening; and of course thank you to Alexis for emceeing.

Pretty in Pink

Well, according to comments made during and after our session with the Junkyard Dolls roller derby team, it was the best session we’ve ever done.  I’m not saying it WAS, mind you—all I need is every past Dr. Sketchy’s Baltimore model showing up at our apartment with a brickbat—I’m just saying SOME people are SAYING that. Everybody has their favorite sessions, whether it’s the zombie session, Tony Apollo’s, that session where we just had a very angry hedgehog taped to a barstool for three hours—let’s face it, there’ve been some really great moments.

This, THIS, was one of them.

Alexis and I are always a little nervous when new folks pose, but this time?  Not so much.  They had plans—I mean, like, intricate, coordinated-posing plans. It was almost as if they had trained to act as a team in stressful situations.

Let’s get crackin’ with the one- and two-minutes poses.

Adrenaline Junkie

Brian Dugan

Doris Day of Reckoning

Brian Dugan

Chris Reuther

Trixy Le Doom

Brian Dugan

Stewart White

Chris Reuther

Brian Dugan

Stewart White

We took a short break so everyone could restock on liquid courage and dived straight into the five-minute poses, the first of which was the opposite hand contest where if you draw normally with your right hand, you draw with your left, and if you normally draw with your left, you draw with your right, and if you’re ambidextrous–OH MY GOD WRITING THIS SENTENCE TWICE A MONTH FOR 3 YEARS STRAIGHT IS DRIVING ME TO A PSYCHOTIC BREAK.  THIS IS THE SHIT THAT LEADS TO HEDGEHOGS TAPED TO BARSTOOLS, FOLKS.

I think . . . I think we’re going to call the contest “Best Non-Dominant Appendage Drawing” for here on out.

I am not saying that on stage.  For now on it’s, “Oh just fucking switch hands already!  Jesus-fucking-Christ!” contest.  –Alexis

The two winners received a mystery concoction from our friendly neighborhood bartender, Russell.

Smearin’ Off Ice

Stewart White

Monica Gallagher

The remaining 5-minute poses.

Quickshot Kitty

Monica Gallagher

Trixy Le Doom

Monica Gallagher

Brian Dugan

Smearin’ Off Ice & Adrenaline Junkie

Monica Gallagher

Brian Dugan

Another break, another drink, and it was 10-minute pose time.  Since the day before had been Quentin Tarantino’s birthday, we asked folks to draw a tribute, with the two winners receiving either an issue of Retro Lovely and an issue of the roller-derby zine Booty by Anne Thalheimer from Atomic Books in Hampden, or a package of Prismacolor color pencils from Artist & Craftsman Supply just down the street.

Quickshot Kitty & Doris Day of Reckoning

Brian Dugan

Monica Gallagher

Kelly O’ShankU, Quickshot Kitty, Adrenaline Junkie, Smearin’ Off Ice, & Trixy Le Doom

Monica Gallagher

Stewart White

BTW, Adrenaline Junkie was inspecting the massive bruise Smearin’ Off Ice got just days earlier at the Dolls’ last bout. Next up were the 20-minute poses which, well, the Junkyard Dolls just plain ol’ blew out of the water.  Since we thought that last massive group pose looked like a great set-up for a Baroque-style painting, the contest was “best homage to the Old Masters” with the prize being two tickets to see the Junkyard Dolls’ next bout.

Adrenaline Junkie & Smearin’ Off Ice

Chris Reuther

Stewart White

Lois Borgenicht

Monica Gallagher

Monica Gallagher

Oh, what was that?  You want to know when the Junkyard Dolls play next?  That’s what I thought I heard you say.  You know, through my computer screen.  My, umm, time-traveling computer screen that will, uh, communicate your desires when you read this post three days after I’ve written it.

Their next bout is June 18.

Also, did you notice Smearin’ Off Ice’s awesome monster bra? Check out She’s So Pretty! if you want one of your own.

The last 20-minute pose of the evening’s contest was the best incorporation of an actual junkyard with the winner receiving either a pair of tights from What Katie Did or Ragnar’s Izzy’s Very Important Job from Baby Tattoo Books.

Trixy Le Doom, Kelly O’ShankU, Doris Day of Reckoning, & Quickshot Kitty

Chris Reuther

Lois Borgenicht

Stewart White

Yowsa, what a night.

I’d like to thank the Junkyard Dolls roller-derby team for one of the best sessions we’ve ever had; our generous sponsors Atomic Books, Artist & Craftsman Supply, Baby Tattoo Books, and What Katie Did; Russell of the Windup Space for the fantastic venue and for slinging booze and music; Jeff for rocking the photos; and Alexis for MC-ing the whole shebang.

Next Dr. Sketchy’s is Monday, April 11, with Team Atomic to benefit Moveable Feast!  All cover and tips go to charity!  You get to do a good deed AND draw AND have a beer.  Life doesn’t get much better than that.

Grandma, what big eyes you have!

That costume is easily one of my favorite of all time, not to mention the burlesque routine it accompanies.  I think the first time I saw it I spit Natty Boh all over the floor of the Ottobar.  (Don’t tell them that.)  To be honest several of my favorite routines belong to Little Luna of Gilded Lily Burlesque—and trust me, with all of our traveling, I’ve seen a lot of burlesque at this point.

(As an aside, Baltimore, with MAYBE the exception of of Seattle, has some of the most creative burlesque acts anywhere we’ve been.  New York is edgier, but for sheer creativity and class, Seattle and Baltimore are the best.  Believe me, I’m not an expert—I’m really, really, not—so take it for what you will, still, that’s what we’ve seen.)

Anyway, Little Luna rocks.  Let’s get going with the 1- and 2-minute poses.

Brian Dugan

Brian Dugan

Brian Dugan

Shawn Adomanis

After that, a breather was called for.  When we got back from said breather, it was time for the 5-minute poses, the first of which was the opposite-hand contest.  If you’re right-handed you draw with your left, if you’re left-handed you draw with your right, and if you’re ambidextrous we poke you in the eye with a stick.  The two winners got a mystery-something in a glass from Russell, which to date, has only emptied the winners’ stomachs once, maybe twice.

Next were the remaining 5-minute poses.

Brian Dugan

Craig Hankin

Brian Dugan

Everyone took a break to refill their drinks and then it was 10-minute pose time.  The first pose had a contest, the best depiction of “Disney Princesses Gone Wild,” with the prize being a Trikky mini vinyl DIY toy from Atomic Books.  Atomic Books is located on Falls Road just off the Avenue in Hampden.  If you haven’t been there before, you’re honestly missing one of the best indie comic shops in the country.

Brian Dugan

Brian Dugan

Craig Hankin

A quick break and it was the first 20-minute pose of the evening with the contest being Random Noun, where folks in the audience shout out something until we all hear something amusing.  It was ALMOST “Doctor Who”, but a last-minute shout of Charlie Sheen won out, though a sonic screwdriver managed to sneak into Little Luna’s hand anyway. To appease the geeks who were, for once, outnumbered that night, we gave extra points for drawings incorporating both.

It’s not important why we happened to have a sonic screwdriver.

The prize was a 12-pack of Prismacolor colored pencils from Artist & Craftsman Supply, which is across the street on the corner of Howard and North.  They’re open late—pretty much perfect for picking up any last-minute art supplies you left at your ex’s last week.

Brian Dugan

Craig Hankin

Zachary Alexander

Lois Borgenicht

Shawn Adomanis

One final break later and it was the last 20-minute pose of the evening with my favorite contest to date.  The prize was Rubber Duck by Karen Hsiao from Baby Tattoo Books, who also runs the L.A. branch of Dr. Sketchy’s.

Why was it my favorite contest to date?

Cause it was about my damn cardboard tree, that’s why.

Oh, sit back, pour yourself something bitter, and let me tell you the story of me and this damn tree.  (If you have any sense, you’ll skip this nonsense and scroll down.)  For a while now I’ve been trying to figure out ways to decorate the stage in more and more elaborate ways.  Though ostensibly an easy task, it’s made a lot more trying by the fact that neither Alexis nor I own a car.  Why do we not own a car, you ask?  Cause we’re dirty hippies.

Okay, Alexis says we’re not dirty hippies.

Well, the whole benefit of living downtown in a city and putting up with the shootings, the peeings (someone tried to pee on Sabrina Chap when she was here, I mean, honestly, what the hell?), the parades, the marathons that bring the entire city to its knees, the more shootings, the stabbings, the people shooting people who are stabbing people who are shooting at people, ALL THAT STUFF—is that you don’t need a car.  You can walk everywhere, save thousands of dollars doing so, and, well, stay somewhat in shape from all the running (see above sentence about shootings & stabbings).

Unfortunately this doesn’t work too well when you’re trying to dress a stage twice a month.  Yes, there are always friends, bad-ass cool-as-hell friends, who will pitch in with their cars—but in the end, you can’t expect them to do that twice a month, it’s just not fair to  ’em.  So I’ve been looking for “collapsible” stage dressing which can be stored compactly.

Cue the cardboard tree.  I first noticed it at a Halloween store when we were planning the zombie session with Viola Van Wilde.  It was love at first sight.  I ended up traveling to the store (somewhere outside the city) twice to eyeball the thing, driven by two different sets of kind people, and each time I chickened out, not sure if this tree and I were true love or if our love was just a trick of desperation and hormones.  Finally I stiffened my resolve and took the light rail out to acquire the tree, hauled it all the way back to the apartment (during which a transit cop mauled it on the light rail, even though it wasn’t in anyone’s way and there wasn’t anyone on the light rail ANYWAY).

And when I got the poor mangled thing home I discovered the store had only given me half of it. It was horrible. It was like building up the courage to ask out the checkout girl, and the moment you do, and she says yes, somebody a-hole runs up and chops her in half.

Well, maybe it wasn’t quite like that.

Anyway, I then had to trek out to the store for a FOURTH time and acquire an all new second tree. Four trips – that’s, like, a week of my life where I could have been writing sonnets, hunting the Buffalo Man (a.k.a. “The Phantom Pee-er of Mt. Vernon”), or God knows what.

In the end, it was worth it though.  Look at these amazing drawings of a cardboard tree and marvel.

Brian Dugan

Catherine Evans

Zachary Alexander

Shawn Adomanis

Many thanks to Little Luna of Gilded Lily Burlesque for doing a smashing job;  thanks as well to our sponsors Atomic Books (especially to Ben for dropping off the prize at the last minute when we ended up not being able to go pick it up), Artist & Craftsman Supply, Baby Tattoo Books, and What Katie Did; lots of thanks to Gilded Lily Burlesque for donating to free tickets to their show to give away;  thanks also to Russell of the Windup Space for slinging drinks and songs, Jeff for the ninja-camera-work, Alexis for manning the microphone, and last but not least, to Viola Van Wilde, Brian K., and Scott for multiple trips to get that damn tree.

Our next session is Monday, March 28th with the Junkyard Dolls roller derby team.  Wait, did you say “team”?  Why yes, we most certainly did.

Doors open at 6, drawing kicks off at 7.  If you show up before 7 you get two drink tickets good for a dollar off a drink, and you might want to get there early too—the Junkyard Dolls have some rabid fans, so who knows how quickly seats might fill up.