Too Much To The Point?
Earlier this afternoon, I had intended writing a very serious and po-faced piece about an example of near-Platonic irony that I'd come across on the letters page of the Gindependent, but I decided to desist - at least for the moment.
Instead, a lighter topic: as some of you will know from reading here over the last four or five years, I'm a moderator for the very splendid and worthwhile sites at 45cat and 45worlds.
Now, just a tad over three years ago, a member let us have a huge stash of images - of labels, sleeves and other items - which he himself didn't have time to upload, but which he hoped we could use. One or two of the moderators and members downloaded this bounty - the whole lot amounted to over 3Gb of material - and went at it creating new entries for all of the ones that we didn't have on the database at the time.
Others dropped by the wayside for one reason or another, but I kept going because of what - had the definition been established in my childhood - is almost certainly Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.
A couple of months ago, I announced to my fellow mods that I had finally wrapped it all up.
A damnably stupid thing to do. Not so much tempting fate as handing fate the whole object of its desire on a silver platter, garnished with strawberries.
As I realised when I started going through the whole lot again in order better to split them up between folders and to give each image a file name which would enable easy identification from a list. It was at this point that it dawned on me with a sense of horror that I had missed a whole slew of images, and indeed one or two whole folders of them. So, chastened once again by the failure of another confident statement, I set to filling the gaps. Which is what I'm still doing.
Now, I have no doubt that this is, in itself, of little or no interest to those not fixated by the whole subject (and if you think that I'm obsessed, I must introduce you to some of the other members some day), but just occasionally one can stumble on something which might bring a minuscule spasm of amusement to those beyond the hordes of the cognoscenti.
I had found the A-side label image for an LP by Bert Kaempfert and His Orchestra, and - as our mysterious benefactor seems to be a Big Cheese there - went to the relevant page at Discogs to confirm the details. And that's where I, at least, had a small chuckle.
I mean, given that the album is called L-O-V-E, don't you think that the title of the opening track is just a wee bit...direct?