Mon 9 Nov 2009
You have to love the 1970s. Stagflation, the Vietnam War, disco as a cultural phenomenon…wait, what the fuck? You don’t have to love the 1970s at all. In fact, you have my permission to look back on the decade with absolute derision. Still, there were a few good things about the Seventies. Okay, at least one: cold weather album cover shoots.
It was quite kind of Carly Simon to interrupt her run at the Belmont Stakes to get gussied up for the photo shoot. However, in the rush to remove her feedbag, she seems to have forgotten something. Can’t put my finger on it, but if I did, I am pretty sure that I would try to turn it like a radio dial. Jesus Christ, was someone applying ice cubes to those things when the photographer was changing rolls of film?
Man, the rest of my day is now wasted. Although Carly’s picture finally convinced me that I finally know what look Denise Richards has been trying for all these years, you know that I am going to spend the next five hours on the internet looking for erotic shots in the Anne Murray album cover back catalogue.

November 9th, 2009 at 11:13 am
I bet they’re fake. http://www.thefrisky.com/post/246-the-nipple-bra-and-other-bizarro-bras/
November 9th, 2009 at 12:49 pm
It’s the “Go out there and sell some God damn records, you skank!” look that her manager recommended.
November 9th, 2009 at 12:56 pm
I love how the album is titled “No Secrets”. No, Carly, there are really no secrets anymore.
November 9th, 2009 at 5:00 pm
I bet you she thinks this post is about her.
November 9th, 2009 at 6:06 pm
And James Taylor is completely oblivious to the existence of this entire website.