I’ve wanted to do this since I was a teenager.
I grew up when album covers were a real thing: about one foot by one foot of real estate for what was often wonderful artwork—hell, one foot by two feet, if it was a double album.
Heart’s Little Queen, with the Wilson sisters as gypsies.
Yes’s Relayer, with Roger Dean’s fantasy lanscape.
Rush, Kansas, Genesis. ZZ Topp, Kiss, Pretenders. Wild Cherry, Silver Convention. Fleetwood Mac, Queen, Bowie. The list could go on for pages.
And as much as I was pleased with the cleaner sound of CDs (don’t @ me, audiophiles), I mourned the reduction of the visual art to a paltry five by five inches.
Once I got my own place, I wanted to hang some of those albums up on the wall, preferably in a frame that would make it easy to switch them out as my mood swung.
I’m not sure why I never got around to it. For some reason, I think, I believed I’d have to build the solution from scratch, and I’ve never been good with stuff like that. That’s silly; I’m sure there were solutions out there. But I never checked.
Until earlier this month, when I discovered that there are actually frames designed specifically for album covers. Imagine that! So I bought six, and hung some of the very few albums that I still own.
And then I decided I needed four more, as well as some more albums.
(Note: I don’t get a cut if you follow the link. Also, I got them for half price, so if you decide you like this idea, you might wait until they go on sale.)
I love my wall. It’s a comfortable mix of aesthetics and nostalgia. And I’m looking forward to raiding other thrift stores, hunting more albums to switch out from time to time, as my mood swings.
Here’s what’s on my wall for now (and, very briefly, why):
Click on a photo to open the gallery.
