In 1986, director Jimmy Murakami and writer Raymond Briggs saw When The Wind Blows hit the screen, an animated adaptation of the graphic novel. It’s a nuclear war story with a grim message, and it had an all-star cast in the soundtrack department thanks to DAvid Bowie, Roger Waters, Genesis, Squeeze, Paul Hardcastle, and others.
Below is a Youtube video (while it lasts, as usual) that features Bowie’s work on the title song, but what’s REALLY interesting from a vinyl obsessive’s standpoint is the rare and unusual picture disc that was released to promote the film:
Yes, those images above are the 7-inch single, shaped as the two main characters in the film, odd and rare indeed! The world is full of unusually-shaped vinyl releases, and discovering them could turn into an obsession all its’ own. The fact that THIS one is by the late-great David Bowie makes it especially lustworthy, especially for its’ Blackstar-like elegaic qualities.
You might well wonder why people (like me) collect strange and hard to find vinyl records. Part of the appeal (for me) is that it’s often very hard to believe people A) thought the record was a good idea in the first place, B) weird records are fascinating time capsules of pop culture and related ephemera.
This little flexi disc has all KINDS of fun and interesting cultural implications…I’m glad that somebody was interested enough to find and share the Million Dollar McDonald’s record. Behold this record in all its’ PR marketing hype glory…all these years later. We didn’t make this video, but we’re glad SOMEBODY did!
For a start, any vinyl record that presumes to teach you something about sex already has a lot working against it…but throw a creepy/pervo Norman Rockwell vibe into the mix with the cover art and you have WTF gold. And look at that cup of coffee she’s got there…whatever she’s learning from that record, she’ll be up all night thinking about it.
I discovered this one at the similarly WTF-n-vintage-obsessed Vintage Everyday blog. Good stuff there…and a lot of it!
Funny, clueless, and basically just filler for MTV News masquerading as some kind of observation of the format wars, this MTV News report is probably as entertaining for those 80s hairdos as it is in the delightfully look-at-how-WRONG-they-were-ness of it all.
Oh, yes. MTV you had a crystal ball, alright. It was covered in whipped cream and never worked quite right, but you had one. >AHEM<
The annual Turntabling cross-country road trip known as Vinyl Road Rage begins Tuesday morning, June 4, 2013 towards Pittsburgh and elsewhere.
There’s a lengthy itinerary that I’ve decided to reveal as I go, rather than publish in advance, only because the length of the trip depends greatly on how much insanity happens along the way. How rare does the vinyl get? How much can I bring back? Will any of my finds wind up for sale at some point in the Turntabling shop??
All EXCELLENT QUESTIONS.
There will be plenty of updates between this space, my Facebook page and my Instagram account. Join me on all three as I document the cross-country road trip and all the unique, weird, and interesting finds along the way.
I’ve been staring at this album cover for quite some time trying to remember what it reminded me of…
I have never listened to Come to The Chapel, but I can only imagine that it’s totally dreadful–LOOK at this and try to convince someone, anyone, that it’s worth five seconds of needle-drop time. Just TRY.
But that’s besides the point. I could NOT get it out of my head what it was this LP cover was reminding me of in all its wretched glory. And then it popped into my head like the distant drunken memory of touching a party guest inappropriately after one too many glasses of wine…
If you’ve never seen the film, that reference will mean NOTHING to you…but if you HAVE seen House of Whipcord, doesn’t this poor old born-again crooner lady bear the faintest resemblance to the creepy whip-loving matron of the private dungeon in the Pete Walker flick?
She just projects the VIBE of someone who would be inclined to keep “wayward girls” locked up in an illegal detention center waiting for the chance to put ’em on trial or lay down the whip, either way.
If you have not seen the movie, you owe yourself a look at this obscure 70s retro classic of Brit moral terror. Click the pic to go buy it right this effing instant from Amazon.com.
“Who the hell wears a sting tie?” and “Fried chicken for Christmas?”
Most importantly, “Do I really need to have the leering face of Colonel Sanders peering down at me at 3AM on Christmas morning? Complete with that ‘let’s open presents’ gleam in his eye easily mistaken for the more sinister ‘don’t tell your parents we’re doing this’ leer…”
I am afraid to put this record on the turntable–buried in my sleep-deprived brain I am sure there are coded instructions that will activate some sort of post-hypnotic suggestion telling me to chop up the neighbors for firewood and to make festive sausages out of goldfish–the fish, not the crackers.
The Colonel doesn’t seem to sing on this LP, which is a kindness, really.
I imagine his voice would sound like a cross between a drunken Anthony Hopkins in his best Hannibal Lecter moments and Vincent Price whooping it up on nitrous oxide.
In other news, I’ll likely be featuring this LP in a spoken-word rant at an open mic night near you sometime soon. Vinyl Road Rage V might be crammed full of appearances like that, stay tuned for announcements on that…