A mellow conversation with John Andrews concerning his dreamy album Cookbook, which plays like an extension of his personality; the foot-tapping and head-swaying effect from his previous two albums is still there, but its more relaxed, more easy-going. A perfect soundtrack to the incoming fall weather . . .
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