Well, it’s been a while since I’ve been able to sit down and write about some of the music that I’ve found through my search for Arkansas’s music scene. Thankfully, it wasn’t a shortage of amazing artists that I’ve found, only the fact that I’m hopelessly inept at keeping track of all the various things I’ve planned on doing.

Okay. Now that I’ve gotten that out of my system, let’s get started.

Of all of the various music that I’ve been fortunate enough to receive for consideration in this feature, William Andrew’s EP, PreTragedy — A Narration, has for a while now been the one that has attracted both my attention and my admiration. Beautifully crafted and performed, PreTragedy is a four-song narration that treats each song as a chapter in the story of a person that is drifting in and out of consciousness while struggling with the way we deal with death.

Speaking as someone who has lost both of his parents within the past five years, the notion of someone having to struggle and come to terms with death and how it affects all of us left alive in its wake, is one that I connected with immediately.

Wanting to know more about the EP, and about William himself, I found myself asking him if he’d be willing to answer a few of my questions. Thankfully, he said yes, and saved me from having to grovel.

Here, then, is my interview with William Andrew:

On your myspace page you describe your EP, PreTragedy: A Narration, as being chapters of a story that deal with the way someone, either consciously or not, deals with death. Speaking as someone who’s recently lost someone very close to them, it has me wondering whether or not the EP is coming from a place of personal experience or not?

Honestly, its not coming from a personal experience. I wanted to explore death and follow its aftermath. On the other hand I found many of the needed emotions and struggles that helped make this in the disappearance of a whole side of my family after my father decided to continue to follow his dreams. It was sad to watch them "die" in our lives and almost haunt us with the knowledge that they are still here.  It was in this that I gathered emotion.

I wasn't sure if I should email just to the generic editor email, so I sent this to you as you were the one that published it for me.