Without question this is one of my all-time favorite album covers. Number 161 in the Hipgnosis Bestiary, 1979’s Lovedrive sported yet another brilliant jacket from Storm Thorgerson.
From The Stacks: Scorpions Lovedrive
From The Stacks: Herb Alpert Going Places
“Say, Tommy, let’s take TJB1 out for a spin.” “Yes, sir, Mr. Alpert! Where to?” “Doesn’t matter, baby, I just want to feel my new silk scarf blowing in the breeze.”
From The Stacks: Born To Add
This 1983 album is a must-have for two reasons:
From The Stacks: Kings Road Plays The Heavy Sounds Of The Watkins Glen Concert
On July 28, 1973, the Grand Prix Raceway in Watkins Glen, New York hosted what at that time was the largest audience ever gathered for a concert. Four years after Woodstock’s half […]
From The Stacks: Mom’s Apple Pie
Mom’s Apple Pie’s self-titled debut might just be the coolest album in my stacks. Not only were they a ten-piece funky band with lots of brass and a bad wah-wah who beat […]
Deep Cuts: Daisy Petal Pickin’
Tres Hermanas in Sacramento, California’s Midtown District is to Mexican food what the Sistine Chapel is to men in drag and funny hats — it just doesn’t get any better. The place has […]
From The Stacks: The Kid Inside and Chestnut Street Incident
Johnny Cougar/John Cougar/John “Cougar” Mellencamp/John Mellencamp made three — three — albums before the sort-of-self-titled John Cougar, which most people think of as his first album. There’s nothing really unusual about that — […]
From the Stacks: Crown of Creation
Crown of Creation was Jefferson Airplane’s fourth album, released in 1968. It did well, reaching number six in the US. It’s hippy-dippy, dated, doesn’t really hold up, but that’s not what grabs […]
From The Stacks: The Harmonicats Dolls Dolls Dolls
I know what you’ve been wondering: Why can’t my love of creepy dolls and harmonicas be satisfied in one hi-fidelity package? It can. Oh, it can.
From The Stacks: The Big Beat: A Rock Blast
There were two establishments in Upstate South Carolina in the Seventies and Eighties that were the go-to insults. “Your mama is on Bull Street” meant “your mother is in the loony bin.” […]
