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The Bearer of Bad News

I'm Not Falling Asleep

You're Out Wasting

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From the album ‘The Bearer Of Bad News’ (2015) • Pay what you want http://tndr.lv/andyshauf

When will I ever be safe from myself if the danger all lies between Heaven and Hell? When I close my eyes I’m not falling asleep, I am opening drawers, I am sifting through papers. Please stay a while, I’m not falling asleep.

Meticulously written over four years and recorded over one in a makeshift studio set up in his parent’s basement, Shauf, whose delivery at times reminds of Elliott Smith or Paul Simon, plays nearly every instrument on The Bearer of Bad News. The album was crafted on his grandfather’s timeworn guitar and heavily influenced by the aforementioned—and newly learned—clarinet, which was a Christmas gift from family. In spite of his modest recording set-up, Shauf imbued The Bearer of Bad News with an enduring warmth and redolence that lingers long after the album ends.

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Andy Shauf - Covered In Dust

From the album ‘The Bearer Of Bad News’ (2015) • Pay what you want http://tndr.lv/andyshauf

Wendell Walker was a friend of mine. We’d stain our teeth in the summertime, and with lips of purple, the winter would roll past the boarded windows into our souls and shake our weary bones. Now this past winter was the coldest in years. It’s hard to explain if you’ve never lived here, but it locks your doors and starts your mind thinking in circles just to pass the time, and breaks your weary heart. Now Wendell Walker was a man of God, but he didn’t care much for his sober mind, and when the cold mixed in he was turned around. Heard the voice of God and the angels sound a message just for him: “My son, my son, she is the devil’s child. Won’t you save her while you can? Cut down the other man.” Now Wendell Walker was a friend of mine, but he married too young in the summertime. Their hearts weren’t ripe so they fell apart, and I found myself with a joyful heart as our secret lives began. We found our moments in between the hours when Wendell Walker drove his car to town. But one day he found a letter that I wrote for her on the top of her dresser and in his winter mind he heard the voice of God say: “My son, my son, she is the devil’s child. Won’t you save her while you can? Cut down the other man.” With the voice of the Lord ringing in his ears and the note to his wife that confirmed his fears, he sat down on the edge of the bed, read the letter again to see who’d sent it but it was signed ‘Forever Yours.’ He stood up slow like he’d just been hit, walked into the kitchen where his wife was sitting he said, “My mother called on the telephone. She says she needs some help so I’ll be back in the morning,” and he grabbed his heavy coat. My phone rang while I was watching the news. She said the house was ours to cure these winter blues. So I made my way, and we turned the blinds and Wendell walked in just in time to see our secret die and say: “My son, my son: I’m gonna have to cut you down.” He pointed his rifle to my eyes, but his hesitating hands were shaking from the cold. So I pushed his gun away just as he found his strength, and the bullet kissed her lips, and I cried: “My God, my God what have I done?” And he reloaded his gun, and he put it in his mouth, and I stood in the room that I’d created.

Meticulously written over four years and recorded over one in a makeshift studio set up in his parent’s basement, Shauf, whose delivery at times reminds of Elliott Smith or Paul Simon, plays nearly every instrument on The Bearer of Bad News. The album was crafted on his grandfather’s timeworn guitar and heavily influenced by the aforementioned—and newly learned—clarinet, which was a Christmas gift from family. In spite of his modest recording set-up, Shauf imbued The Bearer of Bad News with an enduring warmth and redolence that lingers long after the album ends.

iTunes: tndr.lv/1xvNuKH
Spotify: tndr.lv/1xvNwlG
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Amazon: tndr.lv/1xvNwlD
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Andy Shauf - Wendell Walker

My dear Helen it’s been a while since we’ve talked. Charlie and I haven’t been up to a whole lot. He’s slowing down a little and my knee’s acting up, yeah we’re quite a pair of geezers moving slower than molasses. You’d be laughing if you saw us, you always loved to tease. I dug up an old bottle of your raspberry wine, so I’m slouched out on the porch swing just taking my time. My mind keeps turning out these pictures of you, you were dancing in the kitchen and I was enjoying my view. Oh, Charlie was squirming just two steps behind you. My dear Helen do you remember when you said that you’d be waiting at the gates so you could sneak me in? Well it sure was funny but it’s still caught in my throat, and when I think about it now, it still makes me choke, and I wonder if those gates would ever open up for me. Helen my dear, I do have something to tell. I don’t know how to start so I guess I just will. See, these nights have been hot, it’s that muggy sort of air. Doesn’t let me get to sleep so I usually just lie there on top of my quilt with Charlie by my feet. Last night as I laid there frustrated and tired, I was sat up in my bed by the hens starting wild. I thought, “That fox is back again, he’s gonna rob me blind. I don’t know how he gets in but I’d better make him fly.” So I took my leaning rifle out the door. I fired off a shot aiming far into the heat. And as soon as it was flying I felt weak in my knees. I heard shoes turning gravel and then tires spitting rocks. I heard a gasp for air and my stomach tied in knots. Charlie started whining with his tail between his legs. We wandered out slow but my heart was breakin’ ribs. I couldn’t hear nothing and there was a girl lying twisted. My hands were trembling and I felt that she was limp. Her pulse wasn’t tapping so I felt sick to my stomach. Charlie was frozen, so I went for a shovel and I buried her body, I didn’t know what else to do. If I’d only aimed a little higher, if I’d only thought before I fired. I hope God can forgive me, I hope you forgive me too. I’m just a tired old man just waiting to join you. So here I am slouched on this old porch swing, thinking about heaven, thinking about everything. So be waiting by those gates, you might need to sneak me in. I don’t know how they feel about us accidental killers. I don’t know how they feel about us tired old men. I don’t know how they feel about us tired, old, murdering men. I don’t know how they feel about us tired, old, murdering men.

Meticulously written over four years and recorded over one in a makeshift studio set up in his parent’s basement, Shauf, whose delivery at times reminds of Elliott Smith or Paul Simon, plays nearly every instrument on The Bearer of Bad News. The album was crafted on his grandfather’s timeworn guitar and heavily influenced by the aforementioned—and newly learned—clarinet, which was a Christmas gift from family. In spite of his modest recording set-up, Shauf imbued The Bearer of Bad News with an enduring warmth and redolence that lingers long after the album ends.

iTunes: tndr.lv/1xvNuKH
Spotify: tndr.lv/1xvNwlG
Rdio: tndr.lv/1DGXW2h
Amazon: tndr.lv/1xvNwlD
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Andy Shauf - My Dear Helen

Jenny Come Home-Andy Shauf (binaural for headphones)

I Am Lost-Andy Shauf (binaural for headphones)

Released on August 7, 2015.

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Another One

Mac Demarco // The Way You'd Love Her

On February 17th, 2015, Andy Shauf played a live, intimate set at 33 Acres Brewing in Vancouver. In order to attend, every person at the show gave a gift to Andy. A simple gesture of gratitude, and a real contribution to enable musicians to keep making music in the 21st century.

Learn more at https://www.give.to/presents/andy-shauf.

Recording and mixing by the amazing Dan Costello.

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Setlist:
Wendell Walker
You're Out Wasting
Covered In Dust
Jerry Was A Clerk
Twist Your Ankle
Alexander All Alone
Jesus, She's A Good Girl

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