tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47361161059218053882011-04-21T14:53:59.369-07:00mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07795880793651315875noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4736116105921805388.post-9335161787559943122009-04-29T18:32:00.000-07:002009-04-29T18:56:12.494-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L273ZEvTUog/SfkCZ5Rq8gI/AAAAAAAAABM/W3GJYIGbD8o/s1600-h/algreen.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L273ZEvTUog/SfkCZ5Rq8gI/AAAAAAAAABM/W3GJYIGbD8o/s320/algreen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330294277864616450" border="0" /></a>I work in a record store. Often people bring in stacks of records without covers, invariably trashed, scratched, moldy, warped. It's a rare soul, though, that seizes a lost album cover as an opportunity for new art. While appreciative of Dreama's efforts, I kinda like how it looks like someone chopped off Al Green's head and tossed it in the lake, fluids flowing out of the orifices as the head sinks downward, "let's stay together" echoing as some obsessive mantra...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L273ZEvTUog/SfkCZtmxTrI/AAAAAAAAABE/NNp62neJW1o/s1600-h/algreen2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L273ZEvTUog/SfkCZtmxTrI/AAAAAAAAABE/NNp62neJW1o/s320/algreen2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330294274731888306" border="0" /></a>Dreama Kay was detail oriented, too.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L273ZEvTUog/SfkCZVCWWjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/lQAUDa1nSBc/s1600-h/chabad.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L273ZEvTUog/SfkCZVCWWjI/AAAAAAAAAA8/lQAUDa1nSBc/s320/chabad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330294268136675890" border="0" /></a>Then there are those that are just born awesome. Clearly this painter had zero tolerance for perspective. Either that, or that's actually a giant playing an upright bass like a cello. Or maybe the violinist is a Very Small Person. Either way, it's a case where the art is the initial attraction; I don't know that I would've noticed Chabad Nigunim's record otherwise.<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4736116105921805388-933516178755994312?l=furtherfromage.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>mikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07795880793651315875noreply@blogger.com1