Electronic pop artist Lee Rosevere’s new single is just a pottery lesson short of a Patrick Swayze film. “I’m In Love with A Ghost” might be a lot less Righteous Brothers and a little more Stars, having been co-written with Canadian electronic pop JUNO-nominees, Wild Strawberries about what it means to part the veil between this plane and the next.
It’s an easy mistake to make; one minute you’re minding your own earthly affairs, and the next you’re slipping off this mortal coil and into something a little more comfortable. There’s nothing more seductive than the unknown, and some of those apparitions are nothing more than ethereal lingerie wafting on the cusp of the afterlife.
Rosevere had written the instrumental portion to the track over a year ago, but recognized its potential to become more than the sum of its parts. And so, he held onto it, waiting for the right elements to come along.
“During a recent conversation with a friend, she told me about this guy she met online and he was trying to convince her he was a ghost, and not alive at all,” explains Rosevere. “That got me thinking about the nature of digital connections and how you can be connected and have feelings for someone that you’ve never met or encountered in real life – and for all you know, you just have text messages and photos, but nothing to prove they are real… being ‘in love with a ghost’.”
With that working title in mind, and perhaps the idea of those digital connections, Rosevere reached out to Roberta Harrison of Wild Strawberries.
“I felt her voice could add something magical to the song,” says Rosevere. “I sent her the track with the working title ‘In Love With a Ghost.’ A few weeks later, she and her husband Ken send back their contributions to the song, not only including Roberta’s fantastic vocals but her lyrical take on the title, and a whole new section written for the chorus, which made the track come alive.”
Harrison took the instrumental and ran with it. Sparse of the word, but rich in content, Harrison included the lines, “blurred at the edges, intoned in grey, torn by the fences, lost in the way,” and if that isn’t an invitation to permanently check in at the Motel Deep 6 then this world just isn’t worth living in anyway.