I suspect you’ve been around the block a couple of times and this is not your first pass/fail sniff test. But the question remains: “Can an album be completely inauthentic and still succeed as a work of artistic creativity?” Well, we certainly don’t have time to answer that question at tomorrow’s session of Saturday Afternoon Record Club, what with it being a jam-packed Labor Day Weekend and all. We’ll barely have time to check out a short stack of records that look fishy. So let’s do and possibly undo this.
Wait a minute - you’re telling me there’s a Beatles record I’ve never even heard of? Sacre bleu eyeshadow, Brian Epstein files!
Now just a ding-dang minute, who told dreamy Sammy he could be the next Fabian? Puts me of a mind to be unkind.
How are you gonna move any classy Vonnegut stuff using a monkey suckin’ a butt on the cover, fer chrissakes?”
This ain’t leading to a Hawaiian or any other kind of wedding.
These “classics” look fishy, and that’s for darn sure. But I did manage to slip in some a go go! It’s far less painful one at a time, I’m told.
Somebody has clearly been mucking about with this one. But it may be a success - you decide!
I’m slow-clapping on this one. I wanna group-chat with Philly Joe.
No one is being fooled here. If they were I would inaccurately pity the fool.
I find it hard to believe that Soupy would cut a single that was offensive, on both sides.
Don’s “Thin White Knottsy” period was largely derided, mostly due to troublesome issues regarding the homophone in question. But still, I mean, come on!
I hope by now you agree that that can’t be right. And happy Labor Day to all of you hard-working people who are just trying to put food on the table and can’t seem to catch a break in these days of turgid talk and dissipation. May the fake stars of the recording arts align and salute you!
Prof. Emy Personator, PhD.