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.
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
listen to: kristin hersh & michael stipe *your ghost*