This translation has been automatically generated and has not been verified for accuracy.First Person is a daily personal piece submitted by readers. Have a story to tell? See our guidelines atThe covers are faded, worn. Not just by the passage of time. But by numerous moves over the years, from student house to co-op apartment to our first house. From city to city. Each move meant a paring down of one’s life, especially as the years rolled on and moves became an endurance test.
Album covers took art out of art galleries and put it into the hands of music lovers everywhere. Some featured straightforward photos. A youthful-looking Bruce Springsteen gazes out on, likely looking much like his son does today. Yet some bands put almost as much effort into their album jacket designs as they did into their music, hiring inventive graphic artists whose work resonated with their album’s musical vision.
Every album tells a story, often taking me back to unforgettable concerts, although my memories of some of them are... hazy. Hey, it was the Sixties and early Seventies; if you can remember what happened, you weren’t there. I gaze at a cover of reggae legend Peter Tosh, sitting in a field of ganja plants, puffing on his pipe.