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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2014 0:23:49 GMT -5
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Post by Lord Lucan on Apr 10, 2015 23:00:47 GMT -5
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Post by Pickle on Apr 23, 2015 15:23:58 GMT -5
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Post by Lord Lucan on Apr 30, 2015 23:08:54 GMT -5
Oh 1970s Brazil, this shouldn’t work but you totally make it work (though it’s also NSFW): No picture, I'm afraid!
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2015 23:24:22 GMT -5
Oh 1970s Brazil, this shouldn’t work but you totally make it work (though it’s also NSFW): No picture, I'm afraid! What a tease.
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Post by Lord Lucan on Apr 30, 2015 23:34:00 GMT -5
Hopefully it's a tease in preparation for the real thing.
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Post by rimjobflashmob on May 1, 2015 0:05:34 GMT -5
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Post by Jean Luc de Lemur on May 29, 2015 5:07:48 GMT -5
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Post by moimoi on Aug 21, 2015 20:15:14 GMT -5
How about this gem from moimoi's record collection?
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Post by Lord Lucan on Aug 21, 2015 20:22:06 GMT -5
moimoi That's an excellent one. John Cale wandering around in Terry Riley's house, looks like.
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Post by Return of the Thin Olive Duke on Aug 22, 2015 1:44:56 GMT -5
Classic. One of my all-time favorites.
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Post by moimoi on Aug 22, 2015 11:30:58 GMT -5
moimoi That's an excellent one. John Cale wandering around in Terry Riley's house, looks like. Yes, with Riley inserted into the picture frames. Did he put that same picture on all his albums? The back has the lyrics to "The Soul of Patrick Lee" and a short essay by John Cale: CARICATURE Upon the centre stood a green a lazy floor that froze as it grew into our feet. And at this, somewhere up at the North Pole hung the tarantula of love out of the sky without hope searching the earth for disaster wreaking foul pleasure in the name of the Sun harassing travelers on the way to market polluting the streams and rivers with sanguine taste the poor light of day to call forth in haste the brigade that lingered in the shade waiting waiting and a little longer waiting as the moon appeared an ambulance was lost, in the problem of identity between the accomplishment and the failure. Yet the season broke its hold on the land and farmland lay strewn with the greedy waste of animals too sick to calve the groaning spread for miles, up and down, from the gate and valley and searching was made fore and more difficult by the dense fog that poured out of the ground where the independent feeling of the day held court on the masterful art of nature. There were seasons of abandonment and some of distrust to simplify the difference between them. As there were no holidays in theory assumptions were made regarding the full significance and purpose of work and death their relationship inter-dependence benefit plans and the rest. All were veterans of love. They sang at the streams as they wasted time in the meantime. Nothing was left to the imagination. Most of our sympathies lay with the wives and strangers. Philip the Good lived here his life in dire poverty and the best of health may his mother be his witness. What one century had lacked another gained and each held a marauding grasp on the grim future of men and women in the struggle for compatibility. There were several possibilities for salvation none deserving responsibility and all demanding attention. The savage tale was told at last. Not one proprietary glance was seen imminent as the stability of parallel interests took a turn for the worse. As often as not there was nothing to talk about the sun was not out the are was fit not to breathe and everywhere could be seen the radiant glow of fear on the waxen countryside. Colors rang true and strong the rain diminished nothing a hand grenade would not have done and the chapters of our ancestral stain glass ecstasy assumed the military strength of electricity along the breadth and width of Christendom. The people were ready for revolt and sabotage inspired by the futility of hate. Concomitant atrocities came hurtling out of the past in self defense and exhilaration at the first sign of derisive similarity the perversion of uniqueness as it was called in vol. 2 chap 3 vs 7-29. The skin of armies lay in its yellow ochre rumple next to the fire extinguisher with plasma so much for the color there what-ever. As soon as the time came to go, the dramatic sequence of obliteration took its toll on the landscape. The sky was immune. Gone.
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Post by Lord Lucan on Aug 22, 2015 11:47:33 GMT -5
moimoi That's an excellent one. John Cale wandering around in Terry Riley's house, looks like. Yes, with Riley inserted into the picture frames. Did he put that same picture on all his albums? The back has the lyrics to "The Soul of Patrick Lee" and a short essay by John Cale: CARICATURE Upon the centre stood a green a lazy floor that froze as it grew into our feet. And at this, somewhere up at the North Pole hung the tarantula of love out of the sky without hope searching the earth for disaster wreaking foul pleasure in the name of the Sun harassing travelers on the way to market polluting the streams and rivers with sanguine taste the poor light of day to call forth in haste the brigade that lingered in the shade waiting waiting and a little longer waiting as the moon appeared an ambulance was lost, in the problem of identity between the accomplishment and the failure. Yet the season broke its hold on the land and farmland lay strewn with the greedy waste of animals too sick to calve the groaning spread for miles, up and down, from the gate and valley and searching was made fore and more difficult by the dense fog that poured out of the ground where the independent feeling of the day held court on the masterful art of nature. There were seasons of abandonment and some of distrust to simplify the difference between them. As there were no holidays in theory assumptions were made regarding the full significance and purpose of work and death their relationship inter-dependence benefit plans and the rest. All were veterans of love. They sang at the streams as they wasted time in the meantime. Nothing was left to the imagination. Most of our sympathies lay with the wives and strangers. Philip the Good lived here his life in dire poverty and the best of health may his mother be his witness. What one century had lacked another gained and each held a marauding grasp on the grim future of men and women in the struggle for compatibility. There were several possibilities for salvation none deserving responsibility and all demanding attention. The savage tale was told at last. Not one proprietary glance was seen imminent as the stability of parallel interests took a turn for the worse. As often as not there was nothing to talk about the sun was not out the are was fit not to breathe and everywhere could be seen the radiant glow of fear on the waxen countryside. Colors rang true and strong the rain diminished nothing a hand grenade would not have done and the chapters of our ancestral stain glass ecstasy assumed the military strength of electricity along the breadth and width of Christendom. The people were ready for revolt and sabotage inspired by the futility of hate. Concomitant atrocities came hurtling out of the past in self defense and exhilaration at the first sign of derisive similarity the perversion of uniqueness as it was called in vol. 2 chap 3 vs 7-29. The skin of armies lay in its yellow ochre rumple next to the fire extinguisher with plasma so much for the color there what-ever. As soon as the time came to go, the dramatic sequence of obliteration took its toll on the landscape. The sky was immune. Gone. That reads exactly like what I'd have expected a short essay by John Cale printed on that gatefold to read like
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Post by repulsionist on Jan 6, 2016 17:04:28 GMT -5
Jean Luc de Lemur, No Pussyfooting highlights Fripp's static "uncoolness". The same may also be said for his first solo record, Exposure. I'm not placing it this thread, as to my sense of aesthetics it is quite bad. And, what's with the Wendy Carlos cover? I like it and don't disparage your choice, but did you check the lower, right-hand corner? It displays PROFIT. Upper, left-hand corner has the Texas Instruments logo. The idea is cool: a then-current chip on a board that displays the beauty contained within.
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Post by moimoi on Jan 6, 2016 23:13:31 GMT -5
Not trolling, I honestly think this is clever.
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Post by moimoi on Feb 2, 2016 13:41:05 GMT -5
If I had this, I'd put it up on my wall.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2016 9:43:50 GMT -5
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Post by Jean Luc de Lemur on Feb 18, 2016 13:17:04 GMT -5
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Post by repulsionist on Feb 18, 2016 14:52:20 GMT -5
pantsgoblin, ah STUMP. The video for "Charlton Heston" when I saw it at age 15 confused me to no end, despite having a very similar hairstyle sometime before this video and during the brief moment of Ed Grimley ascendance. It irritated me, and riled me up. 15 years later I buy the CD, and hear its eye-poking brilliance. Jean Luc de Lemur, I wonder if that doll's name is Bounty? Seeing her poking around stirs my mind to the bounty of 70s NY murder movies, Little Murders, Murder by Death (neither of which I've seen entirely but really want to).
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Post by Lord Lucan on May 5, 2016 8:22:46 GMT -5
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Post by Jean Luc de Lemur on Aug 28, 2016 9:35:13 GMT -5
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Post by Jean Luc de Lemur on Aug 28, 2016 9:35:30 GMT -5
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Post by Jean Luc de Lemur on Aug 29, 2016 17:05:42 GMT -5
Best backs of albums? I’d say “Music for Airports” is the winner here:
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Post by Jean Luc de Lemur on Aug 31, 2016 3:02:14 GMT -5
Orbus Terrarum’s back cover is also pretty great: But I was floored when googling this that the two-LP edition also sported an even better one:
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Post by rimjobflashmob on Aug 31, 2016 23:59:09 GMT -5
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Post by Lord Lucan on Sept 8, 2016 18:14:12 GMT -5
This is an exceptionally beautiful album.
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Post by Lord Lucan on Sept 13, 2016 20:40:21 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2016 11:10:44 GMT -5
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Post by Jean Luc de Lemur on Oct 20, 2016 17:15:44 GMT -5
Album label art? The vinyls themselves were white:
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Post by monodrone on Jun 4, 2018 4:44:12 GMT -5
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