HOO EE BUDDY! I found so many weird and wonderful old record album covers today at the St. Vincent De Paul thrift store in Kenmore, Washington that I have to break this post into two parts! We are divinely gifted this time with a large number of DIY evangelical Christian LPs from the '60s and '70s. I also want to let you know that while I was taking photos of these, a large man sat to my right and tried to put together an old Star Wars puzzle while muttering, "It's missin' pieces, it's missin' pieces," and there was an elderly gentleman fast asleep on one of the couches in the furniture sale room. At least, I think he was asleep. Oh, well, please to enjoy PART ONE!
I am pretty, pretty certain that you will NEVER achieve the truly epic levels of vision and confidence as has Dr. John Furbay, "Jet Age Circuit Rider." I don't know exactly what a "Jet Age Circuit Rider" is, but it has to be far better than anything you or I do, EVER.
Uh huh huh huh..."BIG COUNTRY HITS."
Um, this trio looks decidedly cheery to be boarding what I guess will soon be a flaming suicidal wreckage bus. 'BYEEEE!
Recorded Live! New Hits! Old Favorites! On Medical Hit Parade Records! Dudes, how about shuttin' yer windy traps there and seeing me within 30 minutes of my appointment time, HAH?
I don't really buy that anyone thinks of trumpet music as "torrid" but it's a cool-looking cover anyway.
I also don't buy that this young lady would be all THAT stoked about Benny Goodman.
I laughed loudly when I saw this and thought, "I hope that 'Steve Schurr' is the baby."
If you are a fan of terrible celebrity caricature drawings, DIG IN, PALS!
The sure outcome of buying this record for your child is that they will spend 5 minutes yelling and waving wildly in the air pretending to conduct an orchestra, and then will take the baton and whap it on his or her siblings.
OH BOY. WHAT'S GOIN' ON HERE? The wine bottles, the syringe impaling a sexy lady with a migraine, the devil eyebrows and wicked grin of Gertrude as she grips tha pulpit...this really needed to be made into an American International film.
So many possible scenarios here: they lost their house in Burbank; he just realized that he doesn't know how to play the trumpet; she is letting the world's longest and smelliest fart...fascinating.
I insist that this record is called "Dr. Louis H. Evans," and, left to right, that's Love, Marriage, and God.
WHAT ARE WE ALL SMILING ABOUT??? THESE CHILDREN HAVE NO PARENTS!!
OH, SHE'LL CUT YOU UP, BUDDY, DON'T GET WISE!
Now is the time to enjoy purple clothing. For some reason, I find the dog looking away to be very funny.
I think Idee looks very calm for having a beaver on her scalp.
HA, MICKELSON! ALLELUIA x ∞ !!!! I WIN!
If you are going to have faith, make sure it's "STEREO FAITH."
And if you are going to have praise, it better be "STEREO PRAISE!"
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