Proof of Ghosts

Proof of Ghosts

Home is still on my mind even though I’m now in Litchfield Connecticut thanks to my good friend Chris Delong. He gave me a copy of the band Proof Of Ghosts recent CD and I have been listening to it a lot during my travels. I had heard of Proof Of Ghosts before as I recently became friends with Steve Heyerdahl (pictured) through Facebook. Throughout the 90’s Steve and I would on occasion run into each other at various places (shows, bars) in Oshawa and Toronto. He no longer has the jet black short crop that he wore back in those days as we both have gone back to our more natural colours of late. I wanted to profile this hometown band next as they are now one of my new favourites.

Here is a little excerpt from Proof Of Ghosts bio that you will find on their MySpace. (Check it out here.)

The ground is dry and there is no rain in sight. The city’s heat is like a blanket and there’s nowhere to go except the malls and the bars. Fuck the malls. For that matter, fuck the bars.

Do you sing? What is your favorite song? Does it pull sad and sweet on the strings of your soul? Do you feel the vast aching chasm between each of us? We are not alone, we sing our bridges, we sing light into the dark, our distances seem less dire when we sing together, so don’t despair, sing with us and know that we are not alone…

Proof of Ghosts is going to take you home down country roads. Proof of Ghosts is pure pop perfection. Proof of Ghosts is going to tear your crying heart from your throat. Proof of Ghosts is going to sing you to sleep and Proof of Ghosts is going to chase the Devil back through the forest and out to sea.

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