She said she was in a record store recently, ("a real record store. Like, with records, not CDs.") and they had a section filled with stuff that they couldn't categorize. And she found this and thought of me: (and who wouldn't?)
First of all, love the title. Do you think they had a bad spell-checker, and meant to say "Lose" instead of "Loose"? Unless, of course, they were talking about their collective weight, in which case, losing it would be a problem, too.
I like that the fours sisters apparently got a volume discount at the hairdresser's that morning, because they all have the same hairdo. Very thrifty.
You'll notice the tiny, little son cowering in the back there. I think there was another one, but the daugher at the back left ate him. Lay low, little buddy.
It's kind of hard to tell from this photo, but the mother, the battleaxe on the left, looks very bitter that she did not get the memo about the jaunty, red, hootenanney-inspired garb that everyone else is wearing. She's going to make someone pay, I just know it.
On the back of the album, there is this photo, with the haunting caption of: "Rev. & Mrs. Walters in Barbados, Island 1970". First of all, don't the two of them look like they are enjoying the tropical paradise of Barbados to the fullest? And secondly, why was the picture taken in the stairwell of a prison? It makes the Reverend look like he's nine feet tall, and she still looks like she'd slit your throat for fun.
The liner notes look like they were written by someone in a beginner ESL class, who translated some other text word for word: "The Murphy Walters, a minister of the gospel by faith, seeking God first in all things and watching God complete the job, with signs following."
I think God would be happy if one of the signs was "stop".
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