Project: Find Better Album Covers than Mr. Banjo
this entry brought to you by the beatles, "strawberry fields"
I needed a project. A gigantic, mammoth project that would take me months and months to complete. Some kind of goal for words and ramblings that I could work on for months and eventually have the fruits of my labor posted on the page. I decided to go down to Wherehouse music store and go through every CD, one at a time, and find what are the best album covers of all time. No bias. Well, a little bias. But the point was to find CDs by bands I'd never heard of with bitchin' album covers.
But the motivation to go to Wherehouse and spend hours there when I could be doing anything else, and doing this multiple times, was kind of... Well, I just didn't really want to do it. It was difficult to muster the effort. Especially when I didn't want to be the weird guy going through every single CD for hours in the store, periodically writing things down. At least I didn't want to be that guy by himself, but Michelle never seemed that enthusiastic to go with.
A year passed. And I got the brilliant idea... Hey... Why don't I go to Amazon.com and look through every single CD they have? Amazon's going to have way more CDs than any music store could ever possibly have, so when I'm done I'll actually be much closer to "best album cover ever" if I were to do it this way. The problem is, it's going to take me a lot, lot, lot longer than a couple three hours trips to Wherehouse. In fact, Lord knows I'll probably never finish. I'll probably end up with a thousand album covers and say "fuck it, that's enough" and start sorting through them and cutting them down to fifty, way before I actually get through them all. Or maybe I'll just forget this was a project I ever wanted to do, period. Who knows? I'm like a 5 year old. I'm easily distracted. Another very real possibility is that all 50 of my top 50 Best Albums Ever (or whatever final number I decide on) will be made up entirely of album covers with naked chicks on them.
Of course, since I'm doing this, I might as well also have a worst album covers of all time, right?
On that note, I leave you with this. I didn't actually find it on Amazon.com, but I thought you would enjoy.
"...Also, I'm a shit banjo player, and I honkey-fy black bluegrass music to the point of ear splitting terror. So it's not just my appearance that's insulting. Anyone want to hear me yodel my way through 'Man of Constant Sorrow'?"
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with love from CRS @ 9:45 PM
Sunday, October 09, 2005
I needed a project. A gigantic, mammoth project that would take me months and months to complete. Some kind of goal for words and ramblings that I could work on for months and eventually have the fruits of my labor posted on the page. I decided to go down to Wherehouse music store and go through every CD, one at a time, and find what are the best album covers of all time. No bias. Well, a little bias. But the point was to find CDs by bands I'd never heard of with bitchin' album covers.
But the motivation to go to Wherehouse and spend hours there when I could be doing anything else, and doing this multiple times, was kind of... Well, I just didn't really want to do it. It was difficult to muster the effort. Especially when I didn't want to be the weird guy going through every single CD for hours in the store, periodically writing things down. At least I didn't want to be that guy by himself, but Michelle never seemed that enthusiastic to go with.
A year passed. And I got the brilliant idea... Hey... Why don't I go to Amazon.com and look through every single CD they have? Amazon's going to have way more CDs than any music store could ever possibly have, so when I'm done I'll actually be much closer to "best album cover ever" if I were to do it this way. The problem is, it's going to take me a lot, lot, lot longer than a couple three hours trips to Wherehouse. In fact, Lord knows I'll probably never finish. I'll probably end up with a thousand album covers and say "fuck it, that's enough" and start sorting through them and cutting them down to fifty, way before I actually get through them all. Or maybe I'll just forget this was a project I ever wanted to do, period. Who knows? I'm like a 5 year old. I'm easily distracted. Another very real possibility is that all 50 of my top 50 Best Albums Ever (or whatever final number I decide on) will be made up entirely of album covers with naked chicks on them.
Of course, since I'm doing this, I might as well also have a worst album covers of all time, right?
On that note, I leave you with this. I didn't actually find it on Amazon.com, but I thought you would enjoy.
"...Also, I'm a shit banjo player, and I honkey-fy black bluegrass music to the point of ear splitting terror. So it's not just my appearance that's insulting. Anyone want to hear me yodel my way through 'Man of Constant Sorrow'?"
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