"Andrew’s gaze and coy smile channeled another world effortlessly when he performed with his band The Strange."
There’s a line from the S. E. Hinton’s book Rumble Fish where the character Motorcycle Boy is referred to as “Royalty in Exile.” For those of us on the periphery of the music scene here in Santa Fe, whose 10,000 foot view reveals a vast topography of players that we negotiate into prose, Andrew Davey was a young man without a kingdom and not easy to define. Andrew’s gaze and coy smile channeled another world effortlessly when he performed with his band The Strange. During our brief conversations that never drifted away from the music he was making or the poems he was writing, there was never a doubt that Andrew was indeed from another time and place. And for the many complicated and painful reasons why he is no longer with us, the unbearable truth of his passing lessens our community by no longer having the gifts he readily shared.
(Editor's note: Please share a fond memory of Andrew in the comment section at the bottom of this article.)