Ghostsong Elegy started with the dead. The ghosts fallen between the cracks of society. Persons who meant a lot but had no one to remember them. No one to sing their death songs.

We dove into the echoes, looked toward the rising milky way galaxy in the sky, trying to meet our dead among the owls and incense smoke. Inviting them into our fretboards, our drum beats, our amplifiers, our pedals and tones.

Instrumental post-rock, artifacts of memorial for dead no one else remembers, played over a Native American hand drum — we thought this would be niche enough maybe six people on the internet would enjoy it. We’ve been pleasantly surprised this music and live experience has resonated with people local to Paha Sapa, the Black Hills where we are from, to lands far away.