is creepy . . . (c'mon, sing along!)
My sincere thanks to a reader who said he thought of the blog when he saw this album cover. I'm touched . . .
Okay, somebody thought this was a good idea and a good way to sell records. Evidently, in the cover designer's fantasies, attractive young women like to follow men with painted faces into the woods to hear music. Skinny men with deep soulful eyes, sensitive hands, and wide smeared dripping red mouths.
Wait, I was thinking of Twilight! Sorry, I got sidetracked.
Back to the record cover and the designer's and/or singer's fantasies. What do you bet he had two rolls of duct tape in the glove compartment of his gray panel van with the tinted windows?
Clowns, trust them at your own peril.