Category: Obituaries

A.J. Confessore: 1969-2012

There really is no easy way to write an obituary, but it seems even harder to write one for a man who might be best known for going to comic book conventions in a banana suit.

Yet, sadly, we have to.

A.J. Confessore, comedian and rock and roll interviewer, died this week at the age of 43. A staple of the New York City comics scene since his days at NYU, he is perhaps best known to many comics fans as CC Banana, who would attend comic conventions in attire not unlike what we have pictured on the right. I remember him most recently dressed up as a Wolverine banana– presumably a banana that sliced itself.

“A.J. was one of the most creative and driven people I had ever known,” said Manhattan Comics & More’s Robert V. Conte. “While working at Village Comics in the early 1990s, I recognized his ambition and talent.  We became friends quickly sharing our love for comics, Kiss and Star Wars.  That friendship lasted almost 21 years.”

“A.J. was one of a few whom, I believe, could handle anything thrown at him, ” says Conte. “Unfortunately, he was unable to conquer some unusual inner demons that plagued him for years.  It’s a shame because A.J. had so much more to offer this world.  I’ll miss him deeply.”

So will we all.

Gene Colan

Gene Colan: 1926-2011

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I regret to announce that my friend Gene Colan died at about 11 pm on June 23. Gene spent this last week in a quasi-coma state following a broken hip and complications from liver disease. He was 84.

I am terribly saddened to lose Gene. He was a gentle and deeply spiritual man, a bright light in every context, and those who knew him at any level were enriched by his warmth and generous nature. Below are some thoughts I cobbled together when he slipped from consciousness earlier this week.

I leave the historical perspective and details of Gene’s significant career to my friends Tom Spurgeon and Mark Evanier. For now, I mourn.

My Friend Gene Colan

When I was in Morristown, New Jersey, in the early 1990s, there was a girl of about 12 or 13 who lived around the corner. Every time I saw her, she was out walking a German Sheppard puppy. I’d see the pair every two weeks or so. But as the years passed, I realized the girl’s puppy didn’t seem to age. My young neighbor was blossoming into a young lady, but her little dog was like Peter Pan, or Jefty in Harlan Ellison’s story. Eventually, I inquired and learned that the young lady took her young dog from the Morristown Seeing Eye. After she had house-broken and bonded with the little dog, she returned it when it was ready to be further trained to help one of the blind. And then she’d get another puppy and start over again.

It must be heart-breaking, I thought, getting to love something the way only taking care of it will allow you to love, just to say goodbye so quickly.

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