“Hey,” the old maniacal bum yelled, “You’ll never make it here!” Slightly confused, and noting how notably unhinged the locals could be, Joan (Who was, by the way, wearing a fantastic outfit at the time which, sadly enough, may have provoked the encounter) walked faster, risking a confused glance behind her. The old, wrinkled man’s eyes were wide with focus as he continued. “You should be in NEW YORK; you should be in LA! You ain’t nothin’ but an album cover!” Still confused, Joan continued walking, the man ranting on and on behind her. She contemplated this as her steps and his voice parted.
True story. Hence the title of the new album.