Andrew McMahon
Andrew McMahon
Andrew Ross McMahonis a singer/songwriter. He was the vocalist, pianist and primary lyricist for the bands Something Corporate and main songwriter for Jack's Mannequin and performs solo both under his own name as well as moniker Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness. On April 30, 2013, he debuted his first solo work, entitled The Pop Underground, followed by his debut album Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness, released October 14, 2014...
ProfessionRock Singer
Date of Birth3 September 1982
CityConcord, MA
beautiful world enlightening
This is to the world and how god damn beautiful it is.
mean past thinking
If I've learned anything over the past 5 years, it's that you do not know where you're going to be tomorrow. You have to make decisions based on that; it's almost pointless. So, you know, whether I learned, I think I'm pretty aware, pretty conscious of that point to live in the moment. It's a hard lesson, but it's like, I'm trying to learn to quiet my mind down, know what I mean?
thinking important littles
I think that's the most important thing: when life kind of screws you over a little bit, you've got to learn from that experience.
sweet doctors rocks
I'm Doctor McMahon with a Ph.D. in sweet-ass rock with an emphasis in set list creation.
hard-times feels puzzles
I have a really hard time connecting to music that doesn't feel like I'm somehow solving a puzzle that applies to my life.
christmas running song
I had this idea when I was in the hospital, .. It seems like every year I always have different people come and ask for a Christmas song and it seemed strangely appropriate for me this year because Christmas is the time that I am supposed to be sort of back and up and running and whatnot. So I just wrote a song about returning from this very interesting journey and kind of getting back to normal and getting back to work and my regular life.
dark night destiny
I am lucky. I did not choose this life. It chose me. It's strange like that; not picking my path, but rather easing into the water and letting it carry me where it will. Yes, there will be nights where I feel like my destiny is at my fingertips and there will be nights I wish the lights were off and I could just make these sounds in the dark. Still, I will always be there, wherever there might be, staring into blackness hoping the blackness stares back at me.
curves balls way
You're gonna get thrown curve balls left and right, and that's just the way it goes.
life beautiful thinking
I think human beings make life beautiful. There's a lot of beauty in everything. I think what makes life beautiful is the ability to acknowledge that.
commitment race years
Today I felt like a part of something awesome, the human race. I know it can be ugly; it really is in so many ways. But today there was nothing ugly to see, just people trying to be better. And maybe that's the key. Not resolutions and forgotten promises, but instead a commitment to do this year a little better than the last. I'm feeling good about this one. I really am.
thinking path stills
Things are fragile, but we're all being carried and I think we're all on our path in that sense. As fragile as things are, we're still getting there.
struggle fighting winning
You don't have to push or pull or fight or win, the struggle is illusory. Sometimes or rather, all times, you just have to be.
people sunglasses world
The whole world, myself included, seem to have one thing in common; we're just a crowd of people who don't really fit in anywhere attempting to convince one another that we do. I guess I'll put my sunglasses on and pretend, like everyone else, that I too belong here...
lying past mountain
It's always strange to read the things you've hoped for in the past because by now those hopes may be spoken for or gone, transformed or altogether forgotten. Like time, hope can be so senseless. It can carry us up mountains or lie us in the quicksand. But like time, hope is unstoppable, inevitable, and blind. Sometimes we travel fast, hurdling towards the unknown, sometimes the unknown comes hurdling towards us while we watch time standing still.