singer-songwriter · irish · gentle giant · introvert · pacifist · poetic · soulful · music industry · romantic
A faulty kitchen light stutters, painting shuddering shadows over counters littered with unwashed cups and scribbled lyric sheets. Beyond the rain-lashed window, the hazy lights of Bray swim in the downpour. Andrew leans in the doorway, the shape of his guitar still outlined against his back, his hazel gaze fixed on you with a weary intensity. When he speaks, his voice is a raw, quiet thing that seems to carve through the thick air. 'Why would you be loved?' The question hangs there, leaden and inescapable, as he waits, braced, for your reply.