I was all set for writing a wonderful piece about the similarities between the symbolism of ‘The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn’ by Mark Twain and brutal French cinema classic ‘La Haine’ when it dawned on me that I’ve had a pretty busy month and that perhaps I should take it easy for this last post.
I was tidying up the living room and came across a collection of 1000 record covers Mr. Merry gave me about 5 years ago. You know the type, a coffee table book with very little merit other than something to flick through when you’re waiting for a takeaway or someone to drop round. I had previously gone through it and put bookmarks in on certain pages, no doubt some genius plan to make a post in the future, so I did what I always do and made a collage to wow you all with.
The curious thing about ‘Last Kiss’ is that on the first pressing the girl had fake blood dripping from the girl’s face but there must have been some controversy about that and it was removed. So the rumour goes anyway.
I still can’t understand the logistics of Bobby Bland’s hair.
I can’t fathom why Hall and Oats would choose to call their album ‘Abandoned Luncheonette’.
Fanny. Americans, eh? When will they learn?
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“Abandoned Luncheonette” might be the most appalling album title I’ve ever seen. But then, I see on Wikipedia that some of their other albums were called “Whole Oats”, “War Babies”, “Along the Red Ledge”, “X-Static”, “Big Bam Boom”, “Ooh Yeah!” and “Marigold Sky”, so they clearly just had dreadful taste when it came to choosing album names.
Horrific. How could they write such catchy songs and then fluff the album title? Surely that’s the easy bit?
You’d think. We had so many brilliant Papples album titles that we didn’t know what to do with them all. Maybe we should have sold some to Hall and Oates.
Yeah, we should sell them off like Bob Mortimer does with his cat names on Twitter. We’d be rich!
Can we talk about the way that Bobby Bland is just casually holding a fag that he’s three quarters smoked? Though it does at least match his hairstyle, which looks like his head has burned down quite a long way and needs to have the top bit tapped off into an ashtray.
I admire the juxtaposition of cigarette and haircut. The mirror imagery is so slight and yet so clever that it really instills a moving sense of grandeur most other artists could only dream of.
I don’t think I could bring myself to admire it. If I admire anything at all it’s that he’s maintaining a smile even when he knows that picture will be printed multiple times and be put on sale where people will see it. That takes chutzpah.
This feels as though it is the first time the word ‘chutzpah’ has ever been used on the website so I’m going to ring the ‘chutzpah’ bell.
DING!
I didn’t know we had one of those. If I’d known I’d have said it sooner.
Said what sooner?
Chutzpah.`
Ding!
We’re really getting our money’s worth now!