Here are some more-poised than usual thoughts on the first ten years of this record label-like thing I've been running. To cover the entire bodily spectrum in a single mixed metaphor, I'd like to think this piece is a bit less of a gut-level kneejerk response than I usually muster, a bit more of a heady, meditative deep thought.

About a year ago, I put out on my label Brassland what I think is one of the best records I've ever had anything to do with, a strange & mysterious song cycle called The Creatures in the Garden of Lady Walton by a group called Clogs.