Flounced Nightgown - Your album cover is waiting.

Lots of people are fond of saying that the idea of a "hard copy" of any media is obsolete. Way back in 2003, I worked with a 22-year old kid who, one day, was taking all his CD's, ripping them as MP3s, and selling the CDs to his friends for a dollar each. Pity for me he didn't have anything I liked, because I would have taken full advantage of his shortsightedness. I think that most of the people trumpeting the death of physical media aren't old enough to remember re-buying all their records and tapes on CDs when the new format come around. I wonder if the retard from my old work is still happy with his 96kbps MP3s that he married himself to when he pracrtically gave away all his discs. I hope he enjoys tinkly compression artifacts and mushy treble.

All I'm saying is that, for me, owning CDs is like being on the gold standard. Every AAC or MP3 on my phone or iPod represents a track on a disc in my basement. As storage becomes cheaper and huger, I can re-rip the music at higher and higher bitrates on and on into the future, until some weird spacey kind of format comes along that records a holographic movie of the artist in the studio, including the smell, along with the music.

The fact that my CDs are relegated to my basement vault kind of bums me out, because I used to really like making covers for home-made CDs. Yeah, technically there still is "album art" attached to the files I guess, but it's not as nice as a color print in the jewel case. Making a cover for a new mix of songs was part of the fun, as was the constraint of "how many songs will this disc hold?". A playlist can be as massive as you want. It kind of took away the challenge, and hence, the fun. I lament the death of physical media in my day-to-day existence.

Anyway, if I still needed to maintain a collection of "found images" for use as album covers, this fashiony ad thing from Life magazine would have been an excellent candidate.

This fashion shoot was apparently designed by Joe Eula. Do we have to agree to him before we can continue ogling the model? Huh huh.

The photo studio is lit about as romantically as a grocery store. I guess Mr. Eula spent most of his career shooting tool catalogs. If we're going to make a decently cheesy album cover out of this, it will need some vignetting or something. Observe...

That's better. Large versions available below, as usual. You're welcome.

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Jim Dillon said...

Is the lapdog the child of the rug, or is the rug crocheted from lapdog trimmings?

PhilAreGo@gmail.com said...

Th dog is a very well-fed, poorly-groomed rat. Thank you for your concern.


Steve Miller said...

This caught me by surprise, because I didn't first understand what you meant: "...represents a track on a disc in my basement. As storage becomes cheaper and huger..." I was still wandering in your basement archives until I tripped over that pile of old 50-meg drives.

Ya know, that 20-something realizing the short-term gains of a buck back for his ripped discs A.) may never be able to afford the luxury of his own basement storage, and B.) pretty much capsulizes why economic short-term gains have "fouled" the world's economic structure. (You may replace the word in quotes with a pithier word of your choice.)

Anonymous said...

Not only is ripping with a lossy format and then selling the disks stupid, it's also no different than copying and thus theft. With these morals, that kid probably went on to work for Goldman Sachs or the Fed (yeah, same thing).

Sue said...

This is the way I feel about LPs, and very glad I saved all of them.

PhilAreGo@gmail.com said...

Good on you, Sue. I hope you have a USB turntable. I'm tempted to buy one and start rebuilding my record collection.


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