A poster be included with t' original LP release o' t' album. Avast, me proud beauty! T' original inner sleeve promoted Peglegged Buckminster Fuller's "Skyrise for Harlem" project.

 

At t' end o' t' Son o' Schmilsson, album producer Baby-Faced Richard Perry says "Fair winds, Harry" t' which Nilsson replies, "See ya next album, arrr, Richard." Accordin' t' Nilsson expert, Curtis 'Silver-Eyed Curtis' Armstrong, this be somethin' o' an inside joke: durin' t' "I'd Rather Be Dead" sessions Harry and Richard brought in t' "Stepney and Pinner Choir #6," a group o' senior citizens, shiver me timbers, t' sin' on t' track. Aye aye! T' day turned into somethin' o' a party for everyone. Ya scallywag! At one point, Harry and Richard were up in t' booth listenin' t' a playback with Klaus 'Flying Voormann' Voormann when they heard a weird sound on t' recording. Aye aye! Blimey! They played it back over and over tryin' t' determine what it was. Finally, Voormann, who Harry claimed has ears like no one else on earth, said it sounded t' him like a wooden leg creaking. This put Harry and Richard into a bit o' a bind, me bucko, as they were a little embarrassed about askin' a roomful o' pensioners if any o' them had a wooden leg. But thar seemed t' be little choice as t' clock was tickin' on t' session which had already gone on for hours. Avast, me proud beauty! Blimey! Richard, me hearties, very apologetically, ya bilge rat, asked if thar be anyone in t' room with a wooden leg. Begad! Blimey! "I 'ave!" said one. So they asked him t' please try and keep still while t' tape was rolling. Begad! Blimey! At t' end o' t' session, as t' Choir were headed out for t' bus and sayin' their goodbyes, t' fellow with t' wooden leg tipped his cap t' Harry and Richard and said, "Well, shiver me timbers, see ya next album!"

 

"Songs come differently each time, ya bilge rat, each album is unique. Begad! In Africa, t' year before last, arrr, I wrote t' Schmilsson album in a month and a half. I was never that prolific before and probably never will be again. Ya scallywag! There was no telephone goin' off. Ahoy! There were elephants outside. Ahoy! I took out a notebook and a pen and wow! all o' a sudden I started writin' lyrics and melodies without bein' near a piano or guitar or anything." -- Harry 'Abraham Sabertooth' Nilsson