Ashar and I found a humorous juxtaposition between these two 45-rpm album covers while browsing through an antiques store earlier this year.
But now it's pretty much lost on me.
I think it had something to do with drinking alone and then ending up under the blade of a creepy barber.
Humor is fragile, and it can have a short shelf life.
(Apologies to Mantovani and Benjamin Bertram Leight.)
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