If I were an indie matriarch, Andy Martin would be my boyfriend of choice. This is because � if his album art portrays a truthful account of his life � Andy writes his music on a typewriter in a chic downtown Provo apartment, appreciates a good bowl of cereal, meticulously selects only the choicest thrift-store threads and has a little calico cat named Mordecai. … read more
Local Reviews: Andy Martin