Right-click on the file to which you want to add the album art.
It is quite easy to add Album Art to your MP3 files using Windows Media Player. Windows Media Player is perhaps the oldest software that comes preloaded with almost every version of Windows. Festival season is at our doorsteps, now is the perfect time to rediscover the music that makes you feel free.Adding Album Art through Windows Media Player With so many classic band tees populating Free People these days, I put together a playlist to match. The growl of Lemmy or Angus reminding me there’s still a rebel in there somewhere. When in need of inspiration or when certain parts of myself feel too far away, I need only the click of the turntable to wake my soul from its slumber. Second only to photographs, my record collection maps my journey from pre-teen to adult, eras explored, lost loves, found loves… the double copies of London Calling and Lou Reed’s Transformer proof enough that I shacked up with the right person. AC/DC and Van Halen now sit next to Johnny Cash and Simon & Garfunkel, The Ramones cozy up to Dolly Parton who winks cheekily at the Beastie Boys. Purchasing used albums proved to be fruitful in more ways then one: it’s easier to take a chance on music that may or may not be good when it only costs 50 cents. As my collection grew, so did my taste in music. No thrift store was safe, no stone unturned in my quest for cheap musical inspiration and exciting album art. Well-documented and somewhat humiliating pre-teen disco obsessions aside, all bets were off from there. In the seventh grade, I paid a dollar for the record that would mark the beginning of my own musical library: ABBA Gold. My dad’s collection was my introduction, my musical gateway drug. Sitting cross-legged in front of the closet that held our collection, I loved admiring the album art, skimming quickly past the certain psychedelic terrors (hey, I was little), eyes alighting on the friendlier faces of Joni and Carly and Bruce Springsteen’s cute butt. These records, remnants of my father’s stint as a college radio DJ, were my secret obsession as a child. The names of artists and groups barely visible on the well-worn spines, requiring small hands to wiggle each album out of its tightly sandwiched place in order to admire the scenes and faces gracing the covers. Rows upon rows of razor thin dust jackets, all lined up beneath a monster of a record player. What albums define you? What was the first album you ever bought?