(here's a post I've had on standby for a couple of weeks;)

THE GREATEST RECORD COVERS OF ALL TIME:
Part One in an On-going Series...



Needless to say, I don’t actually own this album, but it has stared back at me from my computer desktop for many months, and is a constant source of inspiration.

Everything about it; the dude himself, the awkward way the photograph is posed, the scary pools of black where his eyes should be, the woods, the title, the gothic font and the bright red letters contrasting with the black & white... just, wow.

I don’t know a lot about who Ed McCurdy was or what he did. I’m sure if I wanted to I could google him up in about three seconds, but I fear that he may actually have been quite uninteresting, so instead I’ll live in blissful ignorance and drink in the exquisite mystery of the satanic beatnik motherfucker portrayed upon this album cover.

It took several viewings before I even noticed the woman kneeling(?) in the bottom right. I like the idea that she is perhaps a good housewife who has set out for some firewood or something, and Ed just happens to be there, leaning against a tree, singing selections from his ‘Lyrica Erotica’... “hey baby, look into my eeeeyyyyeeess...”.

And, hey, it’s only ‘Volume One’ too!