24-04-2022, 15:17
^With apologies to Mr Illsley for the copied snippet – here you go …
…“They were quite sure of themselves, but we most certainly did not feel the same way about the mock-ups for the cover they scattered before us over the baize of a billiards table. We looked at them silent and aghast. Picking up on our horror, one of them piped ‘Obviously, we’ve been doing this for a long time. Just pick your favourite. You take care of the music, we’ll take care of the rest.’
Mark and I threw each other another one of those glances, both thinking the same: No, you really won’t be taking care of the rest if this is the best you can come up with. Each offering was pretty appalling. It was obvious that the art department had never heard our music and based all its creations on our name. They read ‘Dire Straits’ so assumed we were all about disaster and gloom, possibly a punk band or a Satanic heavy-metal band. One of the mock-ups showed a passenger jet heading now down into the sea, but the biscuit-taker was the red stiletto with the heel impaling a hand. We told them to leave it to us and we’d find something more suitable.
We didn’t completely neglect it, but we were by no means obsessed with our image. In the days before music videos, before MTV and the growth of public relations, record companies were not quite so interested in image either. I remember us all being in terrible mood, maybe hung over, when we had to assemble for a photoshoot in an old warehouse in south London. We had no press pictures to use, and I’m afraid we weren’t looking our best. This was all new to us. You can see the results of that flippancy in the final images on the artwork of the first album. We look like a comedy version of something out of Crimewatch UK.
This album cover, however, was a big wake-up call, and we realized we needed to take control of our identity before a couple of our friends from the marketing department, without even listening to our music, turned us into a parody of Black Sabbath. The cover image used in the end was hardly ground-breaking, but we liked its uncluttered simplicity, which reflected the music inside: a hazy, impressionistic picture of a girl leaning against the pillar in an empty brightly lit room. I believe it was taken from a photograph, and all the other details of the room were edited out. I would become more interested in the artwork of our albums later on, but this was one or two levels up from ‘fine’; it didn’t say too much, didn’t make a grand pompous statement, and best of all, it wasn’t a stiletto heel nailing a hand to the ground or a jet crashing into the ocean.” …
…“They were quite sure of themselves, but we most certainly did not feel the same way about the mock-ups for the cover they scattered before us over the baize of a billiards table. We looked at them silent and aghast. Picking up on our horror, one of them piped ‘Obviously, we’ve been doing this for a long time. Just pick your favourite. You take care of the music, we’ll take care of the rest.’
Mark and I threw each other another one of those glances, both thinking the same: No, you really won’t be taking care of the rest if this is the best you can come up with. Each offering was pretty appalling. It was obvious that the art department had never heard our music and based all its creations on our name. They read ‘Dire Straits’ so assumed we were all about disaster and gloom, possibly a punk band or a Satanic heavy-metal band. One of the mock-ups showed a passenger jet heading now down into the sea, but the biscuit-taker was the red stiletto with the heel impaling a hand. We told them to leave it to us and we’d find something more suitable.
We didn’t completely neglect it, but we were by no means obsessed with our image. In the days before music videos, before MTV and the growth of public relations, record companies were not quite so interested in image either. I remember us all being in terrible mood, maybe hung over, when we had to assemble for a photoshoot in an old warehouse in south London. We had no press pictures to use, and I’m afraid we weren’t looking our best. This was all new to us. You can see the results of that flippancy in the final images on the artwork of the first album. We look like a comedy version of something out of Crimewatch UK.
This album cover, however, was a big wake-up call, and we realized we needed to take control of our identity before a couple of our friends from the marketing department, without even listening to our music, turned us into a parody of Black Sabbath. The cover image used in the end was hardly ground-breaking, but we liked its uncluttered simplicity, which reflected the music inside: a hazy, impressionistic picture of a girl leaning against the pillar in an empty brightly lit room. I believe it was taken from a photograph, and all the other details of the room were edited out. I would become more interested in the artwork of our albums later on, but this was one or two levels up from ‘fine’; it didn’t say too much, didn’t make a grand pompous statement, and best of all, it wasn’t a stiletto heel nailing a hand to the ground or a jet crashing into the ocean.” …
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