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Andry
A few words about me
Andry writes to turn hearts. Her songs are carved, not just composed—each lyric a chisel, each melody a map. She transforms the everyday into legend: a soup recipe becomes a ballad, a family argument a hymn. Rooted in emotional truth, her work captures love, memory, and legacy in real time—reminding us that the most powerful stories are the ones we live.
Artist Bio
Artist Bio: Andry (Cassidy Andryana Walker) Mythmaker. Memory-keeper. Melody-carver.
My Story, My Music
Andry—short for Cassidy Andryana Walker—is a big city girl who traded skyline shadows for small-town sunlight. After years of chasing noise and neon, she moved to a quieter place not to disappear, but to reappear. In the hush of rural mornings and the rhythm of her son’s laughter, she found what the city couldn’t give her: herself.
A visionary songwriter, poet, and cinematic storyteller, Andry turned inward and began to write—not just songs, but heirlooms. Her latest album, Andry’s Odyssey, is a lyrical voyage through four generations of her family’s legacy. It begins with her Yiayia, Andryana—the fierce, powerful matriarch whose name Andry carries like a flame—and her grandfather Andreas, lovingly called Pappouly, the quiet anchor whose silence spoke volumes and whose wisdom shaped the rhythm of her childhood. Their stories form the mythic bedrock of the album’s opening act.
The journey continues through her parents—dreamers in olive orchards and Scottish Highlands, who danced in the kitchen and argued in metaphors. Their love was messy, magnetic, and deeply human. Andry wrote them into a duet called “Thistle & The Olive Tree”, a song where two landscapes meet, where the chorus sways between tenderness and thunder, and where heritage becomes harmony.
The third act is Andry herself, and her partner—their love a quiet revolution. She wrote “Maple Syrup & Moonshine” for them, a song about sweetness and grit, about how they found one another and history was made. It’s a ballad of opposites that somehow fit, a love story steeped in warmth and wildness.
And finally, her son. The boy who made her a mother and a mirror. His laughter became the rhythm section. His little questions and remarks became lyrics—roaring in the kitchen, dancing with the Moon. The closing track, “The Thread”, ties all generations into one song, weaving legacy into lullaby.