Mystery Albums...

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My good friend Lance sent me an email about a challenge on Facebook. I am not a member but he sent me the instructions anyway because it is kind of fun. You go to http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random and the first random wikipedia article you get is the name of your band. Then you go to http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3 and the last four or five words of the very last quote on the page is the title of your album. Then lastly, you go to http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days and the third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover. Just put it all together in Photoshop.

Lance sent me his first try. Zwog. Doesn't have to experience it. The photo was pretty cool. Looks like a real album cover. I lucked out with a girl and a guitar for the third picture but my band name was the name of a meteor in space. And my quote was from Albert Einstein. It was actually fun to stir creativity. I will try to make another band and album randomly once in awhile. As far as Lorsolomon goes. Now I just need to record about seven or eight songs. And get a sex change. Then I am ready for my album release party...

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Lance M. Foster said…
Zwog was some village in Eastern Europe.

The quote was Max Frisch:
"Technology is a way of organizing the universe so that man doesn't have to experience it."

The photo was a total luck-out. I noticed the classic era for cool album art was the 1970s: Kansas, Pink Floyd, Boston, etc.

It is fun huh :-)))
February 23, 2009 at 4:28 AM
Lance M. Foster said…
I meant zwoZ not Zwog

And even if you get the sex change, you would have to shave your bear...well I guess you COULD leave it for a unique diva look
February 23, 2009 at 4:32 AM
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