Slopes of Distant Hills

Slopes of Distant Hills

I used to think Andrew Maurer was a romantic, what with his songs about love and kinship with nature and people.  But after mixing his album for a few months now, I’m realizing that I was wrong.  Andrew’s a mystic.  Most singer-songwriters who grew up on Dylan or Van Morrison or Elliott Smith strive to put their inner worlds in words and melody.  They express.  Andrew does that, but then he’s also a philosopher—a William Blake, a Henry David Thoreau—whose eye keeps getting caught on the seams of things, the discontinuties, the puzzles, the ways that inner life blends into outer (bigger?) realities. That’s what he wants to share with you in his music—the unfamiliar, the obscure mystery of things as simple as a summer storm or the moon walking you home late at night when your shift is over.  These slopes are distant and mysterious—but they are there.  So sing.


Slopes of Distant Hills - Slopes of Distant Hills