As I have mentioned before, since I started this blog, my eyes have been opened to so many fun websites, blogs, and other distractions on the world wide web. I stumbled upon this one via another blog in their list of favorites. Basically this is a site of old album covers, the wild, the bizarre, and the random. Oh, my...where to begin. I chose a few that caught my attention, but you have to visit the site to get the full effect.
Ok, first of all, is she naked? I mean, I know that's how I like to watch my man play the piano, in the buff with just my jewelry. And, um, note the hands on the keyboard there. Is it me, or does Jonathan there have two right hands? I mean, I know that piano players do the whole crossing-one-arm-over-the-other bit while playing, but Mr. Edwards does not seem to be using this maneuver. Hmmm, maybe I am missing something, but still.
Poor, poor Chad. I am not going to say anything about the teeth, because were it not for braces, I might not have been far from this toothy spectacle. But, Lord, that with the hairdo. I just don't get that if that is him in the other, smaller photos, why the agent or publicist, or um, his mother, or whoever, chose THAT photo to be the main one. Yes! this is the one that will sell the records!
I am going to tread carefully here, but I guess at least I would like to think we have come a long way in how we, er, identify folks nowadays. Everyone looks pretty happy, though (and pale--very pale).
See, remember how I promised to return to my biting sarcasm after my more somber last two posts?? I did, didn't I?