Originally released on vinyl under the name Guitar Roberts, this was the world's first taste of Connors' incredible talent with the guitar. His bluesy, melancholy-charged guitar phrasings are simple, yet incredibly powerful (if Prelude 1 doesn't bring a tear to your eye, then you are made of stone). Dare I compare this man's gift to those of Erik Satie? They might attack sound from completely different angles, but both have proven that less is often more and that their instruments of choice can "speak" and convey emotions through a simple series of notes. When Connors bends those high notes, they sound almost ghostly, like a theremine. The album's sound is slightly muffled throughout (but nowhere as bad as on later works). This, as is often the case with the artist's work, only adds to the album's ambient vibe. Is there such a thing as ambient-blues? Suzanne Langille sings on Blue Ghost Blues.