Uploaded March 2011 | Updated September 2026, 2 hours ago
This has got to be the greatest album cover of all time or what? And the cringeworthy, insipid sub-elton john ness of the works contained within these grooves would make even the most emotionally dead school bully kill himself with rage.In the seventies, even sexually inadequate dorks released their own records full of dross glorifying diluted emotion.
The Acid Archives book writes of Todd's record (last name is largely unknown, but one website seems to think it is Todd Warthen), "Very homemade, deep and heartfelt private press from a bunch of teenagers and Todd, mid-late '70s (some websites call it '79). Like a perfect mix of Michael Angelo and Fame, housed in a cover that rivals and may ever surpass Rick Grossman."
There is one blog called Zamboni which has added an interesting story to the Todd mythology. It sounds fictional, but the author writes: "And [Todd] did try to sell his albums at his senior prom, believe it or not: unsurprisingly a wallflower for most of his high school career, he decided to debut the album at the last formal school event and set up a booth somewhere near the buffet table so his classmates could finally see the real him. (The reception was frosty at first -- you could probably determine anyone in Todd's class's social standing by how far away from him they were able to sit.) Sales were slow all night, but during the awards portion of the prom the prom king and captain of the football team took time out from receiving his own award to nominate Todd for "Most Likely to Be Selling His Album in 20 Years". Then, in a moment out of one of John Hughes' wet dreams, the entire class saw both Todd and the jock for what they truly were, flooded Todd's sales booth, and bought out the entire run."
This has got to be the greatest album cover of all time or what? And the cringeworthy, insipid sub-elton john ness of the works contained within these grooves would make even the most emotionally dead school bully kill himself with rage.In the seventies, even sexually inadequate dorks released their own records full of dross glorifying diluted emotion.
The Acid Archives book writes of Todd's record (last name is largely unknown, but one website seems to think it is Todd Warthen), "Very homemade, deep and heartfelt private press from a bunch of teenagers and Todd, mid-late '70s (some websites call it '79). Like a perfect mix of Michael Angelo and Fame, housed in a cover that rivals and may ever surpass Rick Grossman."
There is one blog called Zamboni which has added an interesting story to the Todd mythology. It sounds fictional, but the author writes: "And [Todd] did try to sell his albums at his senior prom, believe it or not: unsurprisingly a wallflower for most of his high school career, he decided to debut the album at the last formal school event and set up a booth somewhere near the buffet table so his classmates could finally see the real him. (The reception was frosty at first -- you could probably determine anyone in Todd's class's social standing by how far away from him they were able to sit.) Sales were slow all night, but during the awards portion of the prom the prom king and captain of the football team took time out from receiving his own award to nominate Todd for "Most Likely to Be Selling His Album in 20 Years". Then, in a moment out of one of John Hughes' wet dreams, the entire class saw both Todd and the jock for what they truly were, flooded Todd's sales booth, and bought out the entire run."
![The Undertakers - I Fell In Love [Black Watch 5545/6] (1965)](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/CQrm565hmL0/mqdefault.jpg "The Undertakers - I Fell In Love [Black Watch 5545/6] (1965)
This single was recorded in the U.S, when the band was touring there. Its very rare.")
