Kitsch konnoisseurs live for artwork like this, especially when on a garbage can. Companies too cheap to pay for the real thing but desperate to cash in on trends with generic look-a-likes, in this case David Cassidy meets Andy Gibb with a splash of Davy Jones type guys with superwiiiide bellbottoms, Victorian shirts and Beatles meet John Kennedy hair helmets grown moppier for the 70’s, all pasted on top of psychedelic oil blobby color stripes that represented a totally different kind of music than these kind of guys sang. Add to that numbers printed on the can that make no sense – 68, 44, 99, what?! – as if the art director was trying to add some pop and didn’t know where else to go. All the more perfect to throw your garbage in!
windupkitty
oh my god! i worship you! you are the mighty kitsch-a-saurus Rex!!!!
Len
Allee…
I don’t know how to read music either, but aren’t those numbers the time signarture in musical notation?
L
Allee
@Len – Yes, you and a couple other folks have now pointed that out to me. Which makes me the kitschiest thing about this post! That’s how little I know about the mechanics of music. Which proves the point I always push – you don’t know how to technically do something in order to do it well. You just have to do it with passion and style.