This came out in 1999 – or at least that’s when I got it. Here’s what I said about it back then (with some minor editing):
“I’m right here by your side where I’ve always been, but you’d never know it,” whispers singer-songwriter Greg Weeks — and man, you believe him.
This New York folk-moper’s music is as dark and disembodied as a shadow. Aside from a delicately plucked acoustic guitar and vocals so hushed he could be playing in a library, Weeks’ lonely lamentations are textured only by the occasional baroque keyboard, cello or bass line. Its all so intensely introspective you feel like an eavesdropping creep just for listening. But like all overheard conversations, you can’t tear yourself away.
