Once upon a time, in a time when a man named George Bush ran the free world (then a guy named Bill): the late 1980s and early 1990s, record companies went to great lengths to make a lot of CDs. The record buying public, believing that the cost increase from records and tapes to CDs was indicative of the CDs being so much more expensive to produce, bought the CDs. They bough the albums. They bought the CD singles for hope of hearing a new remix by someone named Jellybean or Flood. They bought imports from other countries for hope of hear more of these remixes. They coveted the Promo CDs sent to radio stations and record stores and, like the imported CDs, often paid further inflated rates for the CDs. The promo CDs that were not coveted ended up in boxes that were shoved into a corner until they were eventually shipped to northwest Ohio where I opened them earlier this month.
Not that I am advocating judging the proverbial book by its cover, but the temptation to do so is a tough one to handle.
The Bros. ask "When Will I Be Famous" (Epic, 1988)
Diana Ross grasps at her fading fame with "Work This..." (Motown, 1989)
Bruce Dickinson put on his nicest sweat pants for "Tears of a Dragon" (Mercury, 1994)
Double Plus Good's short-sleeved suit, where do you get one of those?) (Sire, 1996)
Boogie Box High (ehh, this guy, I guess) gets all "Nervous" (SBK, 1989)
