Words by Sean Moeller, Illustration by Johnnie Cluney, Recording engineered by Patrick Stolley
We appreciate the chronicle, the never-ending tabs that are kept on the forgotten lives of people who don't know that they're going to be forgotten. It doesn't mean that they deserve to be bound in paper, with a spine and pages with chapters, but many of these lives don't track very visibly. They don't leave a trail behind them. The makers of these lives simply move through them and leave them mostly behind, preferring not to bring them up too often after the day's waste has been dealt with. These people haven't been riddled with hardship, they've just been blessed with too little of the good stuff to know what it really feels like. This is a great majority of people. If you're driving down the interstate, passing clusters of houses and encountering cities in various locations of nowhere, you could imagine just how much average-ness fills most of them. There's nothing good or bad about such a claim. It's just the makeup of everywhere. There's not that much greatness out there to speak of because then there would have to be a different name for it.
Ghosty, led by lead singer/guitarist Andrew Connor, is a tempered and agreeable form of the rebellious spirit of the outcasts from all over, of every shade. Most of his elegant narratives are rife with the sorts of inspective modicums that come from those chronically overlooked, though no one gives them the credit for thinking those various, insightful pieces. The outsiders are believed to be so for a reason -- they choose not to be included -- but in truth, they're dying to crash the party and to be allowed to stay, to pull up a chair like an old, lost chum.
These are the sorts of people and the lives that they lead that Connor and Ghosty have been diving into for years. The Lawrence, Kansas, band just keeps getting better and better at telling their tales. These are the long-suffering souls - all of them - that are sung about here, in the song of the same name. Connor sings, "I've seen the world through different eyes and it looks the same." It's not encouraging, but it doesn't actually make you - or the person saying those words, having come to that conclusion - want to blow their brains out either. It's just taken in, looked over and nodded at. Then, everything just goes on. These lives, even the dog and pony shows that Connor dislikes so much. It will all just go on.