This is more of an addendum I guess, but… after the Ignatzes (which I missed due to dining-related delays) I was downstairs at the party hanging out with comics scholars Craig Fischer and Bart Beaty and we wandered in to the strange U.N.-like presentation room. Each seat in the room had a little “Marriot” tablet at it and a matching pen, and a cursory examination of the ones nearest us indicated that the Adhouse gang had clearly been present earlier:

From Josh Cotter:

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A rare hand-drawn ‘bot from J. Chris Campbell:

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And commentary on the above by an unknown artist:

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Saturday at SPX cranked up at 10:00 in the morning and throughout the morning and afternoon the crowd seemed to just grow and grow.  By late afternoon there were areas of the floor that were difficult to move through–something I’ve never witnessed before at an SPX.  Again, though, given that this is a new venue, it’s hard to do a side-by side comparison between this show and shows previous.  The biggest crowds seemed to be toward the rear of the hall where the bigger arthouse publishers were located—Fantagraphics and their ilk.  I should revise my assessment of the layout from Friday’s post to say that, although the show was all in a single room, there were in fact a couple of “dunce areas” created in two corner spaces which were separated from the rest of the hall by doorways.  Folks assigned tables here were very sad and lonely (and likely broke).

All in all, I did about three times the sales on Saturday that I did on Friday and was pleasantly surprized to return home with substantially less stuff (well, less of my stuff anyway) than I had arrived with.

Post-show thoughts/observations:

• Pretty much everyone I talked to sold a lot of stuff and was pretty happy with the turnout at the show.
• I overheard an “unnamed source” SPX official saying that the hotel was very pleased with the show’s ability to sell out its block of rooms.  So, I’m guessing—like it or lump it—the “North Bethesda” Marriot is gonna be the location for next year.
• Most folks woud prefer to lump it.  The general concensus seemed to be that, although the hotel itself was much nicer than the somewhat run down Holiday Inn Select (or whatever it was that the show used to be held in), the location was extremely problematic for a number of reasons and the increased expenses associated with the hotel cut into exhibitor’s potential profits from the show.
• Increased expenses – The room rate was about the same as the old location, but the Marriot milked guests for every nickel they could.  Parking cost extra, in-room internet cost extra, wi-fi cost extra.  And, unlike with the old location, the Marriot is the only game in town; The American Inn, right next door to the old location, would frequently undercut the official show hotel, offering rooms for under or about $100.00 a night if you booked in advance.
• Increased expenses – There was very little in the way of food available within a walk or even a short drive.  The few nearby restaurants were on the expensive side and packed both nights, with 1-2 hour waits at some.  This situation drove many folks to…
• Increased expenses – The hotel restaurant, which served mediocre, vastly-overpriced ($20-$30 an entree) food served at a snail’s pace and featured a surly, pissy wait staff.
• The production value of the books people were selling was very high and stuff that didn’t look professional wasn’t moving.  The poor guy two tables over from me who was selling a single issue of a mini with a xeroxed black and white cover didn’t sell a single copy as far as I could tell.  My perception is that this whole “foldover cover, hand silkscreened, stitched binding, chipboard slipcase” thing is getting a little out of hand in a form-over-content way which reminds me (oddly) of the whole “foil embosseed, limited edition, variant cover” mainstream thing from the 90s.  Maybe that guy two tables over from me had a great book… but we’ll likely never know because no one bought it.
• There was at least one editor from the Marvel/DC contingent waking the floor.
• The hipster beard—AKA, the “Riker“—was in full effect on the floor. I blame indy rock beardos, The Kings of Leon.
• Buzz books: Brian Chippendale’s Ninja, a gigantic $35.00 book with a print run of 50, sold out.  Fanta had so many new books (their table looked like a helicopter had dropped a load of those “Outstanding Debut Nominee” Ignatz  badges on it napalm-style) that none seemed to be a clear buzz book.  Adhouse’s Project Romantic looked to be selling briskly, but was not generating the same talk that the two previous “Project” antholgies did. But, hey, go figure: the first two were about robots and superheroes; this one’s crawling with cooties.  Wide Awake Press #666 was in a lot of hands as well.

Here’re a few of my purchases that are standouts so far:

• The Mourning Star by Kazimir Strzepek
• The Flying Bear by Daniel Strange & Evan Larson (although this is old, dated 2004)
• The Beast Mother by Eleanor Davis
• Bugbear #1 by Eleanor Davis & Drew Weing
• Trackrabbit #2 by Geoff Vasile
• Don’t Leave Me Here Alone by J. Chris Campbell
• The Mother’s Mouth by Dash Shaw
• La Primavera by Alexis Frederick-Frost

The Small Press Expo (SPX) officially cranked up today at 2:00pm at its new location in scenic Rockville, MD.  Despite my earlier grousing about the new hotel’s location, the large conference hall area in which the Expo took place is admittedly much nicer than the labyrinthine multi-room layout of the old Comfort Inn location.  Gone are those weird “dunce rooms” where a handfull of tables of then-perpetually ignored exhibitors always used to wind up, and in its place is a big, well lit, caverous exhibit hall

The general feel I got from most exhibitors was that there was a better than expected crowd, and the room appeared to be pretty steady crowd-wise from opening to close at 8:00pm—except of course for the area I’m in, which was apparently built on a MicMac burial ground a la Steven King.  It’s hard to say, though, whether this impression of Friday attendence is maybe skewed a bit high, since—unlike at previous SPXs—one can see every guest in one view, rather than seeing just the few folks that happen to be in one particular room at a time.  I wish I kept better records of dollar amounts from past events to compare it to, but I think I did better today dollar-wise than last SPX (although I have a new book this year, which I didn’t last year).

Speaking of which, there doesn’t seem to be a real “buzz book” that’s emerged yet.  I’ve seen a good number of folks with D&Q’s Moomin volume, which I belive debuted at the show, as well as apparently taking advantage of some “two-fer” pricing on that publisher’s pair of recent Dupuy & Berberian books.

I haven’t done any shopping yet myself, but I’ve done a bit of trading about with other cartoonists that I know and the books I’m looking most forward to reading from this initial stack are Dash Shaw’s The Mother’s Mouth, CCS student/Xeric recipient Alexis Frederick-Frost’s La Primavera, and several new J. Chris Campbell minis.

And I of course am hawking some items of my own as well.  I had the book at Heroes Con, but am still selling copies of Midnight Sun #1, which wasn’t out at the time of the last SPX.  Also, Wide Awake Press has released my new mini, Gravity, which can be purchased from either them or me—and the same goes for the new Wide Awake Press #666 anthology, in which I have a story. The WAP anthology, but the way, has turned out really really nicely and I would  wholeheartedly recommend it even if I hadn’t a story in it.  “Who’s in it?” you ask.  Well, J Chris Campbell, Justin Gammon, Patrick Dean, Eleanor Davis, Rob Ullman, Andy Runton, and many many more.  And also, the cover has a zombie ice cream man selling cones full of BRAINS!!  Brains, I tell’s ya!

Last minute expo guest Jules Fiefer (borrowed from ICAF one assumes) gave some sort of presenation today, as did apparently Tony Millionaire, although I was at my booth for both of these events.  I spotted neither of them on the convention floor, but Scott McCloud was wandering about .

After hours folks had to depart for points distant in search of decent food.  The expo’s new location is particularly unsuited to convenient dining, a proposition which I had plenty of time to consider as I hiked through the surprizingly cold night air toward a supposed nearby Italian restaurant along with about a dozen other hungry folks including most of the Hellcar/Dada Detective/Likely Stories gang.  On the way back we stopped by the beer store, as did apparently pretty much everyone else associated with the show; the tiny store was packed to the gills with indy cartoonist types browsing for booze, much to the astonishment of the single register worker.  There was a peculiar ant trail-like line of people walking to and from this store, snaking around behind the nearby McDonalds to the convention center/hotel.  A guy in a sweet Chevelle SS tried to run us over.  Why does God give cool cars to jerks?

Back at the Hotel, the bar was busy but not slammed—which seemed odd, until Jackie Estrada came in and told us that there was an “official” SPX party going on in a heretofor unknown (to me anyway) subterranian area of the convention center.  Down in this area there was a cash bar and some hor d’ ouvres available, but again this was not really slammed with people either.  I told a few exhibitors I passed on a trip back up to my room about the SPX party and they hadn’t heard of it… I guess because (as far as I can tell) it was not listed on any of the info anywhere.  I decided to kick it back to my room relatively early, but noticed on my way back up to my room at about midnight that the bar was starting to fill up a bit.  There may be fun stuff going on right now, but alas, sleep calls.

A side note: there are affectations and then there are Affectations; today I saw a guy at the show wearing some of those big, clunky thick-rimmed “nerd glasses” that are so popular these days , but they didn’t even have any lenses in them.

SPX doesn’t begin in ernest for a few hours yet, but I’m here in “North Bethesda”—AKA Rockville, Maryland—the new location of The Small Press Expo.  If you’re one of the three or four people who regularly read my ramblings here, then you’re likely already familiar with my trepidations about the current state of this event, as discussed a while back in my essay, “If I Were King of SPX.”  So far, I’ve experienced nothing to assuage any of the concerns expressed therein.

Anyhoo…

My journey began yesterday morning at the beautiful and historic Greensboro train station.  I took the Amtrak 80 Carolinian from there to Union Station in Washington D.C.  Despite Amtrak’s well known foibles, found the trip vastly more enjoyable than being on an airplane and better than driving—which, although it would have taken less total time, wouldn’t have afforded me nearly a solid six hours to do some freelance work on my laptop…and then retire to the food car and grab a few beers which I could drink sitting down at a table like a civilized person.  At any rate, after arrival in D.C. and another train trip—this time via the Metro system—I eventually arrived at the hotel.

Make no mistake: the hotel at which SPX will occur couldn’t be in a less exciting location.  It’s purported location in “North Bethesda” is really smack dab in the middle of the most drab portion of the Rockville Pike.  Gone is the dense square mile block of ethnic restaurants and bars of the old locale;  the view from my hotel room comprises one vast strip mall parking lot after another.  Maybe after the show’s over we can hit the “Babys R Us” for a few beers, then wander over to the Linens and Things?

While the Marriot in question is far better appointed aesthetically than the somewhat dumpy Days Inn of old,  in the basic services department, it ‘s somewhat lacking.  I’m glad I don’t have a car with me since apparently you get charged to park your car here even if you’re a paying guest of the hotel. I’ve never heard of such a thing.  Is this a standard practice in big cities?  Additionally, the  only way you can get internet access is by paying $10.00 a night for in-room access.  And if you want to use the wi-fi in the downstairs common areas, that’s another 10.00 a day (despite the hotel’s website’s claims, which specify in-room at $10 and “wi-fi in common areas,” wich I suppose is technically true, but pretty deceptive).  Is it just me or is charging for internet access in the year 2006 just really tacky?   In this day and age this seems almost akin to charging for running hot water, particularly at this “business-focused” hotel.

Last night I  was invited over to a pre-SPX comics jam with the Elm City Jams guys (Isaac Cates, Mike Wenthe, etc.) in D.C.  The Metro’s last train back toward Rockville runs at about midnight, so I couldn’t stay long, but  we did pull off a surprizingly successful “shufflufugus” jam, which I’ll post if/when Isaac scans it and sends it my way.

A small consolation in the case of the Hotel’s location seemed to be the just-across-the-street 7-11, which would have afforded convenient beer pruchasing.  Alas, I wandered in on my way back to the hotel and found the place entirely beerless—not as in “out of beer;” as in “they just don’t sell the stuff.”  I have no idea what the deal is with that, other than the generall crappiness of it.  Fortunately I wound up hanging out with Chris Reilly, who had better luck getting a hold of a 12-pack, for the remainder of the evening.

I’m making it a personal mission while here in Maryland to have as many of my meals as possible involve crabcakes.  So far I’m batting a thousand: last night, crabcake sandwich, this morning: crabcake and corn omelette.

More later…