There are albums we cannot listen to because they are simply too bad. It's normal.
But be aware: there are albums we really can't listen to because they are too beautiful. Because they tell too much about us. Because they were already ours even before we purchased them. And this is definitely one of those.
Sunlit melancholy and bewildered innocence.
I would like to dwell on the deeds of the Blueboy and their offshoots, on the saga of Sarah Records, on the premature death of Keith Girdner but modesty prevents me from continuing....