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In a world where substance seems increasingly irrelevant and subtlety is a lost art, Andrew Richards' wry, soulful songs beg to be heard. Shouting with a whisper, rising above the din; Loud enough to make a man go hoarse. But don't feel bad; Not for And Richards. His tear-stained guitar will show him all the empathy he needs. When these world-weary songs of love, heartache and hallucination flow out of those fingers and into the strings of his instrument, all tears are dried and the day starts over. A traditionalist in a court jester's head. A place where Rock, Americana and Fanfare flow together in a funky stream. An artist emerges. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.