Aesop kinda surprised me the other day with his enthusiastic endorsement of the legendary Herb Alpert, of whom I’ve been a fan since I was knee-high to being knee-high. Our dad cherished a copy of this album in particular:
My brother and I cherished this album ourselves. Not just for the music, which is great in its own right, but for the cover. We whiled away many a pleasant afternoon staring intently at this image when we were on the cusp of puberty; we knew damned well there was a nipple tucked away in that fluffy goo somewhere, and damned if we weren’t going to find that thing even if it killed us. Puts me in mind of a good old joke: How do you make a kilo of ugly fat attractive to men? I won’t provide the answer, I’ll leave that to one of you smart-alecky commenters out there. I’m sure one of you reprobates will come through and resolve the mystery once and for all.
Anyways, what with the reminder of Alpert and all, I thought I’d hip those of you not yet wise to the Tijuana Brass’s rich buttery goodness to one of my all-time favorite tunes, from one of my all-time favorite artists. Bon appetit, y’all.