It's a plot, you know; an insidious plot to rob us of one of our remaining idle pleasures — staring at album covers.
Sure, your music's all portable and compact and stuff. But that's just so The Man can keep you down.
Blast Green Day through those headphones and get to work, tool. It won't make your chains any looser.
Back in the vinyl days, we knew where work ended and leisure began, we listened to music on turntables in our bed or living rooms, where The Man couldn't watch us. And we pored over those beautiful square-foot sleeves for clues, dirty jokes and secrets of the universe. Full Story