I love album covers! Not the shrunken down versions they use on CDs, I mean those gloriously creative (mostly) 12” vinyl record album covers. I was looking through my vinyl record collection the other day and marvelled at some of the amazing designs of some of the covers. Now, before we start delving into some classic album covers as well as a few personal favourites, a little history is in order, but don’t panic – there will not be a quiz later.
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Doug Thompson: COVERING UP! VINYL RECORD COVERS CLASSICS!
Posted in Opinion with tags 10cc, AC/DC, Al Stewart, Alan Rickman, Alex Steinweiss, alice cooper, Andy Warhol, Annie Leibowitz, Aretha Franklin, Asia, Aubrey Powell, Ben Colder, Big Audio Dynamite, Big Brother and the Holding Company, Blind Faith, Blues Travellers, Bob Freeman, Bob Seidemann, Bob Whitaker, Bon Jovi, Booker T and The MG’s, Bruce Springsteen, Captain & Tennille, Celine Dion, Columbia Records, Crosby, David Crosby, David Frye, DBAWIS, Dean Torrance, Debbie Harry, Def Leppard, Delores Erickson, Diana Ross & The Supremes, Dimo Safari, Don Imus, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Doug Thompson, Eden & John’s East River String Band, Elvis Presley, Frank Zappa and The Mothers of Invention, Genesis, George Benson, Google Street View., Graham Nash, Harry Nilsson, Henry Diltz, Herb Alpert and the Tijuana Brass, Hipgnosis, Homer & Jethro, Hugh Syme, Iain Macmillan, Jack Davis, Janis Joplin, Jerry Reed, Jill Haworth, Jim Morrison, John Densmore, John Lennon, Johnny Otis, k.d. lang, Kim Mitchell, Kirk Weddle, Klaatu, Larry Gowan, Led Zeppelin, Lighthouse, MAD Magazine, Michael Cooper, Mick Jagger, Modern Folk Quartet, Monkeys of Syion, Nirvana, Pat Cooper, Paul Anka, Paul McCartney & Wings, Peter Blake, Peter Christopherson, Phil Ochs, Pink Floyd, Queensryche, R. Crumb, Ray Manzarek, Records, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Rick Eldon, Robbie Kreiger, Rod Stewart, Roger Dean, Rolling Stone Magazine, Rough Trade, Rush, Russ Gibb, Sailcat, Scorpions, Sheb Wooley, Sigourney Weaver, Sir Joseph Lockwood, Soul Asylum, Spencer Eldon, Spike Jones, Stephen Stills, Stills & Nash, Storm Thorgerson, Styx, Supertramp, Sweet Cream, T-Rex, The Alan Parsons Project, The Beach Boys, The Beatles, The Clash, The Dells, The Doors, The Fall, The Guess Who, The Jeff Healey Band, The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band, The Phantom Surfers, The Rolling Stones, The Smithereens, The Turtles, The Velvet Underground, Tim Allen, Time Magazine, Tom Waits, Tony Shaloub, Toronto, TV Guide, Uriah Heap, Yes on May 5, 2014 by segariniFrank Gutch Jr: They Will Never Pass This Way Again— Musicians We Lost in 2013, Part One; Plus Notes…..
Posted in Opinion with tags Alan Meyers, Alan o’Day, Amy & Derrick Ross, Amy Helm, Big Bopper, Bobby Rogers, Buddy Holly, Cowboy Copas, DBAWIS, Deanna Durbin, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Eric Kitteringham, Faye Hunter, Frank Wess, gary minkler, Hank Williams, Hawkshaw Hawkins, Indie Artists, Indie Music, J.J. Cale, J.W. Hodgkinson, Jackie Lomax, Jewel Akens, Jim Hall, Jimmy O'Neill, john orsi, Jon Gomm, Kirsti Gholson, Larry Verne, Mac Curtis, Magic Slim, Marshall Lytle, Mindy McCready, Musicians, Noel Harrison, Ohio Express, Ohio Players, Patsy Cline, Patti Page, Piano 'C' Red, Ray Dolby, Ray Manzarek, rebecca pidgeon, Records, Rick Huxley, Ricthie Valens, Robert Zildjian, Storm Thorgerson, Tandyn Almer, The Cookies, The Fendermen, The Five Stairsteps, The Lettermen, The Spinners, Tompall Glaser, Tony Sheridan, Van Cliburn, Vincent Montana Jr. on January 16, 2014 by segarini
The first time I think I even thought about death was when Hank Williams died back in 1952. New Year’s Eve it was, but I only remember the headlines. I was five years old and Hank was a regular part of my day. Dad, the curator of the famous Gutch record collection, had only a few records at that time and Never Again (Will I Knock On Your Door) was one of them. I loved that song so much that I begged and begged Dad to play it every time he headed toward the record player and, usually, he obliged. I remember Dad humming along in a grunting kind of way, almost as if the music was going to bust out of him at any moment, but it seldom did. Dad was a lot like myself in that when the music was playing, singing along seemed a lack of respect.
Segarini: Don't Believe a Word I Say 