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Here's a Reid Miles "crowd" (collage is more like it, I suppose) photo that made the cover of Time.

http://www.expectingrain.com/dok/who/m/milesreid.html

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Ok, I won't.

He receives credit for photography. Bob Cato is listes as "design consultant". I met a commercial photographer about 20 years ago, and I asked him if he had ever heard of Reid Miles. Of course he had, but he was completely unaware of the BN work. When I showed him some prime examples, he was amazed that it was Miles' work. Apparently, Reid Miles went on to great renown in the commercial photography industry for his "crowd scene" work, of which this cover is but one example. Who knew?

The Jackson In Your House The Jackson 5 (who had a house in Gary, Indiana) The Chicago 7 (not too far from Gary, Indiana)

Bob Dylan & The Band Movin' & Groovin' it ain't...

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Not really, at least in one sense. The elements are all pretty simple. The most complex things are the more trippier photos, most of which, iirc, are ones that he himself took. What is amazing, imo, is the clarity of vision behind those things. He had 2 or 3 basic "styles" of design on those covers, and he worked seemingly infinite variations on them. Guess it shows that if you have the vision fully-formed, getting it out ain't no biggie, especially when it involves working w/a minimum of materials. What I'm still wondering is how the hell he got from the minimalism of the BN covers to the hyperactivism of his later commercial work. The cover to The Basement Tapes is a prime example. It's like doing 0-60 in -10 seconds.

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Texas is a trip unto itself, and in more ways than one... But definitely hit Carlsbad Caverns. It's like the acid trip you always wanted but never quite had. Trust me.

Not a fan of the drama myself...

Agreed, and strongly so. Even better would be to find the Arista/Freedom LP. That way, the hiss is built in and ain't a problem.

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You oughta hear the early 60s live stuff from Houston...

But what if your job is planting trees? Then you go around digging up the trees everybody else has planted. In today's fiercely competitive job market, proactivity is of the essence.

You get a day off, but you have to plant a tree. Simple as that.

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Well, I don't see it as a "problem", but yeah, you're right. It's not speaking to me in a way other than as a portrait of "white suburban angst" played by musicians who may or may not be tuned into that same feeling. I can't tell if they are or not. I'm hip to the white suburban angst thing, but frankly, I think that somebody like Nelson Riddle nails it a lot more accurately and succinctly than Tatro does here. The whole thing sounds to me like the work of somebody who understands the concept of revulsion/revolt more than he does the nature of it. That might make for an interesting "human interest study", but it leaves me wanting. I used the Geppetto analogy earlier, and I think that best summarizes my feelings about this music. I hear a creation of something desired/understood in the abstract but not in the flesh or spirit. Our mileages obviosuly vary on this one. No biggie, eh?

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Geez, everybody's working with rappers nowadays...

Moon lives!