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Ghost of Kyle Bradford

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"Ghost of Kyle Bradford twist(s) and turn(s) his way through rough-hewn cityscapes, his guitar lines trotting along as his voice, that soul-stirring rasp, unveil(s) a world filled with life and shadow."
-Mark Baumgarten, executive editor, Sound Magazine
"When it comes to singer/songwriters, for me it's in the voice. Either an artist has that "something" where they can evoke emotion and move you, or they just come across as another singer/songwriter. That being said, Ghost of Kyle Bradford has that special something. It's all there in his beautiful melodies, honest vocal delivery, and his detailed storytelling. He is sure to win over anybody that loves a moving, heartfelt song, without all the sappy bad poetry that usually comes along with songs of this nature. Ghost of Kyle Bradford has a bright future, and I can't wait to hear what he does next."
-KEXP DJ Troy Nelson
GHOST OF KYLE BRADFORD
"South Downtown" (unsigned)
Seattle’s soon-to-be-talk-of-the-town Kyle Bradford crafts sparsely instrumented pieces of musical heaven. This track (no album just yet, but hopefully soon) is a tribute to an urban metropolis that’s markedly sorrowful, yet manages a glimmer of hope in Bradford’s earnest vocals. The lyrics are brilliantly and tightly crafted glimpses of his life and the lives of those surrounding him. The tracks on his MySpace are all completely great, but it was this line that won us over completely on "South Downtown": "I’ve been wishing the summers away for so long that the years seem much shorter than they actually are." Needless to say, keep an eye out.
-Ashley Graham, Outtheremonthly.com
Ghost of Kyle Bradford
Sunday, September 7 -Sunset Tavern
Ghost of Kyle Bradford One of the newer local acts I've been following with keen interest in recent months is Ghost of Kyle Bradford, a.k.a. dude-with-acoustic-guitar Kyle Hawkins. It's the vocal delivery that does it for me: Hawkins possesses a rough, husky whisper that's neither pretty, nor grating, but is simply soulful and real, somewhere between world-weary and hopeful – think Paul Westerberg singing in a hushed voice at midnight to a sleeping baby, warning of life's troubles and disappointments but stressing the small joys to come, too. Hawkins' guitar strums are rudimentary yet effective, propelling things forward and placing the focus where it probably should be – that voice, the haunting melodies, his vivid imagery of lonely bars and mocking stars. And songs that live in the darkness before the dawn, letting in light just when you need them to.
-Michael Alan Goldberg, Seattle Weekly
"It's hard to do that kind-of-folky acoustic-guitar-and-voice thing. You have to be able to sound earnest without becoming one of those turtleneck-and-cardigan-wearing pseudo-Christian schmucks whom everybody loathes. Ghost of Kyle Bradford have the kind of brutal, literary lyricism that makes folk matter: Bradford sings about the lowered expectations of drunks who can't stand themselves with a pretty voice and spare arrangements. His songs are as real and as raw as a Raymond Carver story—sad, violent moments captured gorgeously in amber". -Paul Constan, The Stranger

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Music:

Member Since: 06/07/2006
Band Members: Kyle Bradford: guitar / vocals
Martin Link: drums
Ross Beamish: Bass
Influences: Kentucky - SODO -
Sounds Like: Oly & Crow, Marlboro Reds
Type of Label: Major

My Blog

Despondence

My clothes today are as ill fitting as my skin has been for monthsStarving to death on a liquid diet of failure and spoon-fulls of worthlessness I find myself perplexed much more often than seems norm...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Apr 2009 14:08:00 GMT

Weight of a Ghost

Focus. Think louder. The floor looks to be so far from here. Instantly, I discover that to be untrue.Things are blurry, I have a hand over one eye and think- I'll be heading down the road, not cross' ...
Posted by on Sat, 14 Feb 2009 02:26:00 GMT

Old Growth

Weight of a Ghost pg.2The entire world is wrapped around this ache From deep within my chest and layered outwardly like the rings of a giant SequoiaMy skin, the weathered brick, the docks, the bay, th...
Posted by on Fri, 06 Feb 2009 14:23:00 GMT

Late January

I find shards of glass with my bare feetSlowly realizing there's an underneath to everythingIn my blood I taste nothing unique Somewhere in the circle there's a point where two ends meetAnd then it st...
Posted by on Sat, 31 Jan 2009 11:24:00 GMT

Tacoma

It's not the cold, and it's not the days that fill themselves half empty with darkness. It's the weight of winter collecting on my heavily layered shoulders. It's the mistaken dusk for dawn, along wit...
Posted by on Mon, 22 Dec 2008 21:27:00 GMT

Hayfield Drive

I miss you both:I've spent my life avoiding Hayfield DriveTo never round the corner where my sister lost her lifeAll the way around on either sideRiding with my brother in that car with one headlightT...
Posted by on Fri, 21 Nov 2008 17:18:00 GMT

Windows Of Dark Bars

You can take this heart just please don't pull it's stringsBecause it's hard enough to deal with all the darkness this life bringsAnd if you're kind enough it may show you it's wingsIt's so beautiful ...
Posted by on Wed, 21 May 2008 13:37:00 GMT

South Downtown

Well I've been wishing the summer away for so long that years seem much shorter than they already are So it goesI've been thinking for most of the day in a loft down by the water just listening to the...
Posted by on Sat, 23 Feb 2008 13:19:00 GMT

Behold My Love

I know how it ends, therefore I know how it begins; and it aint gonna make a differenceBecause you're gonna talk to me, a little louder now, my heartbeat is drowning out the sound of everythingThen y...
Posted by on Tue, 26 Feb 2008 14:45:00 GMT

Lyrics, For Bryan

..now you can sing along without making up your own words.Since You're GoneHey how bout you and me, some single malt whiskey and weed we can leave all our friends at the barI got a song I need to sin...
Posted by on Mon, 10 Jul 2006 12:12:00 GMT