Dusty Jackets
If we can’t judge a book by its cover,
Then doesn’t that just tell us that their marketing is junk ?
Amateur and changing with their ev’ry new edition –
How can they hope to build a brand when faced with corp’rate bunk ?
So why are all these authors acquiescing to the bland,
And hiding all their bindings ?, shied away behind such flimsy card
That creases up and tatters through the simple act of reading.
You wouldn’t catch a band conceding for such vagaries unkind,
That leave their babies ripped and scarred
Cos publishers won’t go the extra yard.
After all, who thinks that Sgt Pepper should be redesigned ?
Or Dark Side of the Moon, perhaps, or Bad, or Nevermind ?
On the closing theme of album covers getting their image right, can I just bring up an album that I’ve always thought actually failed to do so – Wish You Were Here. Not only did their attempt at a photo of a man on fire fail because there is so little fire to see (ya should have added it in post, Storm…), but it is such a disappointment, for me at least, following the perfect cover by George Hardie that you just inadvertently destroyed to get at the goods in the first place:
Rhyming Couplets 