The History of Something Which is Parallel

There was a point this morning when I snapped my fingers and had another cup of cofffee...not the snapping of the fingers and magically a coffee appears, but the way a pre-coffee flash or bolt of electicity jammed me and the boost was good. A constant reminder that everything will be alright. It was beneficial, especially today.
Click, boom.
The damned record cover. Its one of the last steps. Perhaps its in me that when I finish the thing, then everything else I do will be of no importance; that saving the completion is a kind of prolonging of a certain way of life.
Do I fear completing the record cover? I think I do.
I hold it as one of the most important artworks I will ever do. Why?
There are numbers of reasons.
1. Its the first record.
2. It is an edition of 500. Once the graphic is sent in, there's no turning back.
3. Single-chair lift in Vermont.
4. Cheeseburger with teriyaki rice.
5. Big pile of tax free cash.
6. I've lost track.
etc.

This will not be the record cover, but I like it. (Note that the title of the record and the name of the
band are in vise-versa positions).

Not the Record Cover.

Mit Vollgas rund um die Sonne. 2011 Stephen Mathewson