In a world where nanoseconds matter more than minutes and a lack of attention span threatens to kill baseball, Andrew Richards' wry roots music demands to be heard.
Hailing from the frozen plains of the upper midwest, Richards crafts an original blend of soulful Americana and sparse poetry that invites repeated listenings. If you can, hold the music in your hands. If you cannot, then let the music hold you. These are the days of instant gratification and soulless corporate slavery. But in the heart of the vagabond, rock and roll roams free.
New album in 2020!