A PDF of the worst album covers of all time (which appears to fall mostly in the seventies) was just forwarded to me. There’s no nudity, but some are so questionable that if you’re skittish about it then I’d wait ’till after five.
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Lunch is on me if you can correctly identify the artist in that collection which also occupies non-ironic space on my mp3 player.
I’m feelin’ Geraldine and Ricky.
It’s funny how the line between worst and awesomest is a lot finer than the line between worst and mediocrest or awesomest and mediocrest. I’d be honored to call any of these beauties my pride and joy. Although I will concede that there is an ever so slight chance that I am viewing them through a subtlely different lens than the one originally intended. I can see any of these playing pretty well as cover art for a Beastie Boys CD single release.
Lance — either the shower guy or Devastatin’ Dave. But what is non-ironic, really? I mean, the problems of three people don’t amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world. The only thing I can think of that isn’t ironic is a juicy steak. That reminds me, I’m really really hungry.
The Louvin Brothers.
Not characterized by often poignant differences or incongruities between what is expected and what actually is.