Thursday, April 11, 2013
Things I like about this photo:
1. That all of these old ladies are probably dead.
[I have issues, I never said I didn't have issues.]
2. That one can endlessly speculate on what they thought about as they assembled these copies of RUBBER SOUL.
[I prefer to think most of them were dirty old birds who enjoyed erotic daydreams that the cover inspired: Perhaps the off-kilter effect of the cover photo perfectly matched their age-related macular degeneration, while the group's rough-looking jackets reminded them of the racy Western novels of their youth.]
3. That it's quite possible [in a chrono-anal-retentive variation of the butterfly effect] that, in looking up from their work to smile for the camera, Marjorie and Judith [third and fourth from the front, respectively] damaged the copies they were putting together, thus sending those lost RUBBER SOULs out into the world with no chance of ever being Mint condition.
[Majorie's copy currently resides in a flea-market vendor's garage -- grossly overpriced but nowhere near the $500 a mint copy of RS can command -- telling the copies of WHIPPED CREAM AND OTHER DELIGHTS that sandwich it that it coulda been a contendah if not for this photo.]
4. That their jackets are all completely different, yet they're all double-breasted; however, I have no humorous parenthetical comment to make about this.
Did I miss anything to like here? Comment away: