The cover I drew for Emerson Lake & Palmer has been made public. If you’re a student of ELP, you’ll recognize all of the elements comprising this picture. If you don’t, just ask.
Unfortunately, the title lettering has been boxed, screwing up my design. I’ve asked for it to be fixed but it may have already gone to press. Anyway, here’s what it should look like — without the title. If the title gets fixed and loses it’s awful box, the title lettering should be reversed out against the art, rather than being confined to a box.
Tomorrow I take off for Calgary and one of my favorite countries, Canada. I’ll be appearing as a guest at the Calgary Comic and Entertainment Expo this Saturday and Sunday. I’m also hoping to hit one of Calgary’s great CD shops and stock up on my Canadian music and, hopefully, a plethora of UK imports made possible by the close ties still maintained by Canada with the UK.
So, why do I love Canada so much? Well, there’s the legendary Canadian politeness, for one (Here’s my only Canadian joke: Q: How do you get twelve Canadians out of a swimming pool? A: Ask, “Could you all please leave the pool?”). There is the French influence that makes even the simplest of Canadian food an incredible treat. There is the access to Canadian and UK music which I just mentioned. Dinosaur Provincial Park is one of the most incredible places in the world to encounter dinosaur fossils. The Royal Tyrell Museum in Drumheller is a dinosaur and natural history lover’s joy to behold.
The Glenbow Institute in Calgary has the world’s finest collection of paintings by Carl Rungius, moose painter and plein air painter par excellence. The National Gallery of Canada in Ottawa gave me a private showing of their drawings by one of my favorite animal artists, Henri Deluermoz. Their collection also includes the finest Gustav Klimt painting I’ve ever seen. Last October I saw the greatest collection ever assembled of the paintings of John William Waterhouse at the Musée des Beaux-Arts in Montreal.
The wholesomely healthy and beautiful Scottish-blooded BC women are rivaled only by the French-Canadian lasses from Quebec. Sigh…
They have national healthcare, too. And although gun ownership is on par with the U. S., for some reason Canadians aren’t as likely to shoot each other as we are. Too mellow from the beer? Or the BC Bud?
And did I mention that the people are really, really nice?
I look forward to seeing my friends across the 49th parallel on Saturday and Sunday.