A comic about life, love, death, and simplicity, in about three colors.
Bettie Noire unplugged in the living room. Pintor si pintas con amor,¿por qué desprecias su color,Si sabes que en el cielo,También los quiere dios? It's a good thing comicsaren't an aural medium. No kidding. How awful. That was off our first record.Most people don't own it.



Bettie Noire is an incredibly raw and grating industrial band of the mid-eighties satanic-synth-dance variety. And as it should happen, I am its only member.


Unfortunately, even my brilliant presence and focus don’t make it productive. Bettie Noire has yet to finish its first EP, Smarter Than the Average Menstrual Cycle. Some day…

Anyway, I had an odd dream last night in which I was giving a performance for MTV Unplugged. Obviously, mid-eighties satanic-synth-dance industrial music doesn’t particularly lend itself to the format. My subconscious seemingly understood this and instead had me cover Angelitos Negros and La Barca De Oro.

The crowd seemed confused by my performance.

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