Album Review: Ghost Of Myself / Don't Let My Foolish Words Keep Us Apart by Wilson Williams
Alright, let’s talk about this gem from 2018. Wilson Williams dropped Ghost Of Myself / Don't Let My Foolish Words Keep Us Apart under Spain’s Soul 4 Real Records, and man, it’s one of those albums that sneaks up on you. It’s got all the vibes—Funk, Soul, R&B—but doesn’t try too hard to impress. Instead, it feels like a late-night chat with an old friend over a glass (or three) of red wine.
First off, the tracklist is kinda quirky. You’ve got “Ghost Of Myself” and “Don’t Let My Foolish Words Keep Us Apart” repeated multiple times in slightly different spellings. At first, I thought, "Wait, did they run out of songs?" But then I realized—it’s intentional. Like, maybe Wilson wants us to sit with these two tunes, let them sink in deep. And honestly? It works.
Let me break down why I can’t stop thinking about “Ghost Of Myself.” This song hits like a warm hug wrapped in velvet. The bassline grooves so smooth, it feels like your feet are floating above the ground. Then there’s Wilson’s voice—he doesn’t oversing; he just lets his soul spill out. There’s something raw about how he talks about self-reflection and second chances without getting preachy. Plus, the horns? Chef’s kiss. They pop in at just the right moments, adding little bursts of sunshine to an already golden track.
And oh, “Don’t Let My Foolish Words Keep Us Apart”—wow. If you’ve ever said something dumb in a fight or ruined a good thing because you couldn’t shut up, this one will wreck you. The lyrics hit close to home, but the melody keeps it hopeful. That piano riff looping through the background? It’s simple yet hypnotic, like raindrops tapping against a window. By the time the chorus kicks in, you’re singing along even if you don’t mean to. It’s sticky in the best way possible.
The whole album has this lived-in feel, like Wilson didn’t polish every edge away. Sometimes the production feels almost lo-fi, which might not be everyone’s jam, but for me, it adds character. This isn’t some sterile studio creation—it’s real, messy, human. Like catching someone mid-thought instead of hearing their rehearsed speech.
Now here’s the kicker: listening to this record feels like finding a forgotten mixtape in the backseat of a car. It’s nostalgic, yes, but also fresh enough to remind you why soul music still matters. Funny thing is, after spinning it a few times, I started wondering—what’s Wilson Williams doing now? Did he just drop this masterpiece and vanish into thin air? Or maybe he’s out there somewhere, sipping espresso in Barcelona, quietly making more magic we haven’t heard yet.
Either way, Ghost Of Myself / Don't Let My Foolish Words Keep Us Apart sticks with you. Not because it’s flashy or groundbreaking, but because it feels honest. Like Wilson took a piece of himself—not the shiny Instagram version—and handed it to us. And honestly? We could use more of that.
