you were driving circles around me

its not that quiet
slide down yr receiver
sprint across the wire
follow my number
slide into my hand

in 1994, around the time of kurt cobain’s death, *yr ghost* received a lot of radio airplay reminding listeners simultaneously of what it was to grieve. going through days of longing as cars drive by, a phone rings, the clouds change, each simple lil thing connects to circles that bring back the memories of those lost and adored. surrounded deep inside elegant layers of acoustic guitar and cello, the whispered disconnected vocals of atlanta’s kristin*hersh dueting with good friend michael*stipe disturbingly swirls within patterns of beautiful melodies. its numbing and soothing quality is best when listened to on repeat — over and over again — let it sink in.

5 Responses

  1. mamierey

    are you fucking kidding me? i can’t believe the stuff i see on your blog! “hips and makers” has and remains to be one of my very favorite albums. . . i love kristin hersh, i think she is me. . . bipolar and all. . .

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  2. mrs. jackson-pierce

    i just wanted to tell you how much i love and appreciate your journal. it’s gorgeous.

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  3. Anonymous

    Thank you for this. I love Kristin Hersh…I have only heard a few songs of hers. But I do like her a lot.

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