I'm in a bar with Andy Shauf, it's getting all quiet and he sings the words to me, healing me down to my heart.
The bearer of bad news is talking to the breeze. Floating forth a message, hiding in the trees. The weary voice inside you is darker in the night. The healing hand, the morning light. While you’re out wasting time with the right guy. Tell the early morning that I am on my way. Send to him my greetings for happy holidays. Spend my open eyes on the things I left behind. My sturdy feet and my hopeful life. While you’re out wasting time with the right guy. The rich man counts his money and holds it in the light, folds the ends together and keeps it by his side. He counts his every blessing heaped upon our heads, and tells us to remember them. While you’re out wasting time with the right guy.
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.