Album Notes

Andreas Sahar lives inside a music box…

On any day of the week, at any time of the day, you can reach into the back pocket of his jeans and find: a broken guitar pick, a piece of paper creased into four folds, and a tuning fork.

On the outside, he looks like a pretty standard Jersey boy sporting a boyish grin.

On the inside, melodies stew in an emotional broth of love and loss, and lyrics struggle to slay the dragons of immorality and immortality.

He is a classic pop songwriter whose work is devastatingly serious and yet somehow giddy with hope; whose art questions your faith and then builds it back up.

His songs are what you love to hear on your way to work every morning because they always bring a bright smile to your lips, even without your coffee fix. His hooks reach out and shake you from your waking slumber. His melodies linger with you like the smart scent of lemon, clearing your head and your heart.

Every time you listen to a piece, you can hear reverberations of contradictions - even his most melancholy melody has a sassy kick hidden somewhere within… while a bright orchestration can leave you feeling terribly lonely. His songs reflect life in all of its complicity and complexity.