Nurse With Wound: Gyllensköld, Geijerstam and I at Rydbergs (L.A.Y.L.A.H.)
I had on this record a day or two ago, to be honest. It's weird but a good record. More well-realized and self-assured than any previous NWW record. I'd even say it's at the start of a great period in Steven Stapleton's creative work: this, Brained By Falling Masonry, The Sylvie and Babs Hi-Fi Companion, Spiral Insana, and several solid LPs of compilation contributions. He's doing most or all of the graphics, and the record covers look great. And in part running his own label. It's a beautiful gesamkunstwerk.
But I'm back to the feeling of, what's the point? It's been interesting to revisit where my head was at in the early to mid 80s, what I was listening to, what really excited me. But describing these weird-ass albums? It seems like a fruitless venture, or at least silly.
Sitting down and listening to an album, really sitting and listening, is a positive thing. Writing is a positive thing. And I appreciate that there are a few people who read my words regularly.
I might decide to return to this tomorrow, or six months from now, or never. Tomorrow is too soon, six months maybe, never: probably not. For now, I think I'm out. I'll see you when I see you.
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