More of the worst album covers ever.
More of the worst album covers ever.
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Certainly there are lots of things in life that money won’t buy, but have you ever tried to buy them without money?
—Ogden Nash
Employment applications always ask whom to call in case of an emergency. I always say ‘an ambulance.’
Home sweet home
Bob's sister Hannah
Bob's sister Ada
Bob's brother Otto
Bob's sister Eve
Bob's sister Nan
A baby picture of Bob and his siblings (clockwise from upper left: Otto, Eve, Hannah, Ada, Bob, and Nan)
Bob's childhood home
Bob's mom and dad
Bob in his youth
Bob's cousin Alphonse
Bob's Uncle Ralph and Aunt Edna
Bob's cousin Archibald
Bob's stepbrother Herbie (who really needs to quit smoking)
Bob's cousin Chester
Bob's Great Uncle Norbert and Great Aunt Phyllis
Bob's cousin Saffron (who will do anything for a drink)
Bob's cousin Thorndike
Bob's brother-in-law Vinnie
Bob's cousin Orville, who loves the Green Bay Packers
Bob's nieces Lulu and Bitsy, the biker chicks
Bob's stepsister Eloise, with the twins, Rudy and Trudy
Bob's Uncle Henry and Aunt Rowena
Bob's niece Esmerelda (who likes to live dangerously)
Bob's Great Uncle Arthur up in Saskatchewan
Bob's cousin Louie, the grackle of grumpiness
Miss Screech, Bob's journalism teacher
Bob's nephew Winthrop, who loves sports
Bob's Uncle Seymour and Aunt Bernice
Bob's second cousin Schlomo in Brooklyn
Bob's nephew Baxter
Bob's cousin Darrell
Bob's sister-in-law Delphine, who volunteers at the animal shelter
Percy the Pickpocket, Bob's third cousin once removed (the relative no one likes to talk about... every family has one)
The Bluebird of Happiness™ (no relation to Bob)
A pair of boobies (also no relation to Bob, but included for readers who desire titillation)
Bluebird Bitter™, the beer they named for Bob
It looks like just a sign of the times. 🙂
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Funniest ones yet!
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I have to take exception to one of those. The one with the monk covered in foam. First, that’s a direct spoof on the Herb Alpert album cover for “Whipped Cream and other Delights” so it’s meant to be deliberately silly. Carmina Burana actually has songs in it about monks drinking, so the image is perfect for that. And I’ve worked with the Washington Symphonic Brass, they are a top-notch professional group, some of the best brass players anywhere. So laugh at the other album covers, but go buy the WSB one, it’s certain to be great.
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Ubi, I was about to comment asking if the album cover indicates the quality of the recordings, but your analysis helped a lot.
Don’t judge an album just by it’s cover… right?
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I wasn’t making any comment about the music — I just thought the album cover was weird. (That Herb Alpert whipped cream thing inspired a lot of copycats, but not all of them were as funny as this one.)
Decades ago, when my town still had a community choir, we sang “Carmina Burana,” and I loved it… although it was more fun for the men, since they got to sing the drinking songs while we sat on our hands waiting for our next entrance…
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I’ve done Carmina a bunch of times and I agree – the men belting out “In Taberna” while we sit and wait. I just did a concert yesterday including the Faure Requiem. It’s beautiful, but there’s two movements where the Altos just sit around and sing a note or two at the end. Sheesh.
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Did Fauré have something against altos?
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He gave us a long weird chromatic passage in one movement, which doesn’t really make up for it. Altos seem to be an afterthought for a lot of composers.
Not Z. Randall Stroope, though. (I don’t know if you’ve ever done any of his stuff.) We had him as a guest composer some years back, and he told us that his wife was an alto, so he had to write interesting alto lines.
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Smart man!
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You know, I actually remember that Whipped Cream cover and wondered if this one was a reference to it. And I remembered that Carmina Burana is songs of renegade monks and scholars, so the tankard, etc. fits. And what about that pretzel shaped like the symbol for infinity?
I sort of like the Big Bear one, but yeah, a lot of these remind me of really bad self-pubbed book covers. I know about those because I created a few!
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Somebody is getting fired…….
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Yep, just “Joyce,” people. That’s all you need. 😂
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Reblogged this on wordrefiner.
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Thanks Mark. 🙂
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Oh, my eyes! I can’t unsee these! \{@’@}/
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Thanks! 😀
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I guess the PR employee was off sick !
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these are absolutely incredible
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You may have to get two bottles of that eye bleach…
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It’s getting hard to find. Supply chain issues…
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The Jay Ferguson cover is very cringy. I actually have this album. It isn’t very good but the single “Thunder Island” is a great song with some fantastic Joe Walsh guitar.
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