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December 20, 2007

#136 Lord of the Dance


Expanding on the “Ask her to dance!” moment in the old Holiday Special. For years I have been verbally mocking Ian Gillan for introducing “Hard-Lovin’ Woman” by claiming, with seeming genuineness, “It’s nothing to do with sex or anything like that; I’m not that kind of guy” on the Nobody’s Perfect live album. Actually, not transcribed here, but he also adds, just after that, “She had great tits.” Ian. Are you that kind of guy or not? I am inclined to think that you are.

Uhhh, I’m talking about the band Deep Purple. Was that not clear?

Tiny subtle visual detail I drew and then immediately missed every time thereafter I looked at this: when Lance holds out his hand to ask Jeria to dance, there’s some romantic bubbles near the left corner of the panel. They’re coming from a bubble pipe Krys is blowing in the left of panel 1 (undoubtedly from Robbie’s Summer Fun box).

Lance puts on his pants and Eskimo looks around the room. The party is in full swing. Mandrake, Phil and Robbie are playing cards; Big Brother and the Holding Company are playing Twister; Krys and Rory are talking; Jeria is drinking punch.
MANDRAKE: If that’s the way you choose to play it, very well. Perhaps another ten thousand will find my queen?
PHIL: I… go fish?
ROBBIE: Hit me!
RORY: What kind of damage are we talking for your fists of fury?
KRYS: 2D4 at least. I mean… what?
Lance and Eskimo exchange a smile.
LANCE: A favor, captain?
ESKIMO: Of course.
LANCE: Can you put on some chick music?
ESKIMO: One romantic mood, coming right up.
Lance approached Jeria with a hand outstretched; Eskimo looks through the records.
IAN GILLAN (on the record): Fantastic! We’re all in tune now. (What are we playing?)
JERIA: Live album. Interesting choice.
LANCE: Yeah, I just… Ian Gillan’s crowd-warming is, uh… really romantic.
IAN GILLAN: This song is about, uh… it’s nothing personal, it’s nothing to do with sex or anything like that…
JERIA: Oh, good. You wouldn’t want to be improper.
IAN AND/OR LANCE: No, I’m not that kind of guy.
IAN GILLAN: It’s all about this unmentionable woman, this thing called ha, ha, hard-lovin’ woman. [Music] She walked into the room! Her hand upon her hip! Said look out, boy, I’ll make your backbones lift!
Lance blushes; Jeria laughs.

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Lance and Eskimo, written & drawn by Laura Hughes. Webcomic 2007-present; stories & characters developed 1998-present. Come for the surreal parody, lovable scamps, and persistent homoeroticism, stay for the passing flashes of quality!

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