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"This kid is headed for big things." - USA Today
"St James pairs beautiful folk melodies with exemplary lyricism." - MAGNET
Andrew St James is an 18-year-old singer-songwriter from the fog-enshrouded misty hills of San Francisco’s Twin Peaks. Incorporating a beyond-his-years lyrical vision with a unique gift for melody-making on his debut album "Doldrums," St James’s music lands firmly in the alternative folk world, but displays a real knack for timeless songwriting skills.
"Class is deceiving when it comes to understanding people," St James says of "The Lost, The Vain," the album's latest single. "The song comments on vanity, and more specifically that it won't matter what your bank statement said when you're six feet under."
Produced by St James himself along with veteran Bay Area producer Jim Greer (a platinum record recipient for his work with Foster The People), "Doldrums" will be released on September 24th via the Island Jar/Fortune label.
Andrew St James is an 18-year-old singer-songwriter from the fog-enshrouded misty hills of San Francisco’s Twin Peaks.
Incorporating a beyond-his-years lyrical vision with a unique gift for melody-making, St James’s music lands firmly in the alternative folk world, but displays a real knack for timeless songwriting skills.
“I am inspired by the odd characters that I call my acquaintances,” St James says of the colorful cast that inhabits his music. Hip street folk, Irish immigrants and Mission hipsters star in songs that exist as soundtracks to hard-lived lives.
“This album is as much about America as it is about me,” St James says. Along with the mysteries of the West Coast, and love found and lost, deep themes of American realities populate such St James songs.
“These songs bring up issues normally forgotten about by everyday people, and only acknowledged by the first ten minutes of the nightly news,” St James says of tunes such as “The Lost, The Vain,” “Prayer For East Oakland,” and “Maybe It’s Time For Me To Go”.
“While many of my songs mention societal issues, others are deeply personal,” he says of songs such as “I’m All About You” and the album’s first single “Cassidy,” two tunes that live on the fringe of heartbreak.
“Despite its light qualities, ‘Cassidy’ is a dark song,” St James says. “At the time I wrote it, a former lover of mine who had relocated to a wilderness program away from drugs, returned to my city. I still loved her and felt the urge to see her again, but it was soon evident that she had no intention of seeing me.”
Inspired by the situation, St James says, “I recorded the song within twenty minutes of writing it. I was feeling quite excited about the whole thing and quickly recorded the song in the marble bathroom, the most sensible place in the house to record.”
Produced by St James himself along with veteran Bay Area producer Jim Greer (a platinum record recipient for his work with Foster The People), Andrew St James’s debut album "Doldrums" (Island Jar/Fortune) will be released on September 24th. The album’s first single “Cassidy” is streaming now.
"The Lost, The Vain"
When the hope you once had is drowned in the bay
When the love your calling bad won't budge or sway
When the one you lost forever, and the one that won't go away
Mold together and stand in your way
Only one endeavor will sustain, the lost the vain
When the silence that you run from still sustains
When the depression you are slave to, you know will not decay
When the time spent alone, and the miracles gone astray, are yours forever
Secrets for the grave
With long lost desire, will reign, the lost the vain.
When your cars and your Regal taste can’t bring a smile to your face
When no ones standing by you, your too proud to go and chase
When the things that you value, all fade away, your antiques and your covers,
Mean nothing as of today
Your suitors and your lovers, are all detained, the lost the vain
Is it worth the blindness, the lonesome looming pain?
It's seen through your satire, your brooding and your shame
Wouldn't you give your fortune and your fame
all of it over to be the same?
When hip alternative street folk suits your taste
When your summer home in the Hamptons means nothing but some space
When whispers of some freedom, overwhelm your brain
And the wealth that you live from, is all you have to blame
For your societal blindness, that we're all the same,
the lost the vain