Moved fifty or sixty records today,
transferred ‘em from a broken cardboard box that couldn’t
fit through a narrow cranny between a new wall and a poop-chute
to a reasonably clean laundry basket, after carrying them by
hand in tens and twelves.
It was a classic ‘60’s record horde—
I was working fast, so I didn’t have time to look carefully, but there was Petula Clark,
Jim Morrison and Pink Floyd.
There was that Leonard Cohen Songs From a Room album that I also have,
with that nude feminine character at the typewriter on the
cover—
towel-clad, naked butt on the (wicker?) chair seat.
What a fetching smile she has, looking back at the camera!
My friend Victor said that the woman might be Leonard Cohen
himself in drag—
or rather, in a long, straight wig.
Victor said the same thing about the elegant dark-haired
woman on the cover of Bringing It All
Back Home. (Don’t know
what stake Victor had way back then in the L O L A Lola game;
Victor died twenty years ago of advanced alcoholism if
nothing else.)
My vote for sexiest cover art of the ‘60’s goes to that bob-haired
blond girl with the hair beret—
beautiful bikini-striped left flank, sweet left heel and
pointed toes—
on Richard Fariña’s novel, been down so long it looks like up to me—
I looked at that cover a lot sitting in my lonely room in
Denver In my
lonely room,
tears I don't have to hide
in my lonely lonely lonely lonely room,
I push my pride aside and lay right down & cry
back in the glory days.
