Andres Wilson

Andres Wilson


Poetic, bluesy, and intense singer-songwriter/guitar virtuoso who plays powerful rock songs spanning the complete sonic gamut; and every aspect is enhanced by his transcendent lyrics and inspired guitar playing.


Influences include: ubiquitous voodoo, Jimi Hendrix, Jeff Buckley, Son House, Nick Drake, The Blues (in all of its incarnations), Nirvana, Stevie Wonder, Stevie Ray Vaughn, Tom Mcrae, Coldplay, Ben harper, Jorge Luis Borges, The Beatles, Asia Mei, Metallica, Eric Clapton, William Blake, Hayehudeem and Noa(Israeli), French Impressionism, Smashing Pumpkins, Joe Satriani, Mahavishnu Shakespeare, Tim Burton movies and Danny Elfman, Middle-eastern music,others...

Born in 1983 to a classical guitarist father and a jazz pianist mother, Andres Wilson was named after the famed classical guitarist Andres Segovia. His name is kismet, something he both loves and hates but, regardless, is irrevocable. A born artist, Andres first showed prowess as an actor and model. He spent his formative years reciting lines behind the camera or atop a stage as the star of television commercials and theater. Traveling the continental United States as an actor, jarring decibels of Nirvana, Jimi Hendrix, and Guns N’ Roses perpetually pierced through his headphones. Andres absorbed the beauty of a song’s hook concurrently with the undulating open-roads and the vastness of America. His grandmother’s affinity for the blues also supplanted itself firmly in his aural memory as the family would often sing along with Lightning Hopkins and John Lee Hooker boogies while riding along highways between Boston, L.A. and New York.

When he had more or less settled back at his home in suburban Massachusetts, after much begging and pleading with his family, Andres received an electric guitar for his thirteenth birthday and a rock star was born. His broadening awareness of various musical styles and manifested itself in his guitar playing and it would eventually affect the often complex but always pop/blues-rooted sound that he has made his own. At sixteen years old, he was touring New England with his underground / outsider-music pianist mother and earning a reputation as the best young lead guitar player in Boston through his work in metal bands like Tribal Demise and 69 Days. After graduating from Lawrence Academy, where he was the recipient of two graduation awards, Andres enrolled at the Berklee College of Music in Boston where he recently completed a summa cum laude B.M. in the Professional Music major (Fall 03’). Andres has also studied classics, linguistics, and creative writing at Harvard University. While performing in Boston and New York, writing/reading incessantly, and teaching guitar/music theory to many students privately, he is also a freelance arts journalist/writer.

The music of Andres Wilson blends his myriad of influences into intense, melodic, and richly poetic songs where his voice rises and soars over the always-bluesy thrashing of inventive harmonies from his acoustic guitar. Sinuous, violin-like guitar lines embellish the groove with inventive pulchritude. He is influenced, like everyone despite how they manifest this notion, by a dumbfounded understanding of the metaphysical and a weakness in the face of love.

As a solo artist, Andres has played in all of the largest venues throughout New England and New York. He has competed in and won several guitar and songwriting competitions, was one of only a handful of Berklee students to receive a talent-based scholarship (out of a student body of three thousand), and he is only twenty years old. Now he is poised to change the face of music with his uniquely progressive and catchy sound.



Ink and Sound

Written By: Andres Wilson

Ink and Sound

Verse 1.

His side burns,
Slowly spreading thin.

Dreams he’s colored in.

He’s tasting,
The textures,
Hidden under dress.

Pear shapes,
Salty with caress.


Instincts haunt
Your flesh covered bones
You can’t find your way
But you know where to go
In this dark little room
The answers are found
In ink and sound
In ink and sound

Verse 2:

Her eyes,
The Big Bang,
Where time and space began.

Her heart
The Prison
That trapped a fallen friend

Reaching for drama
Tension builds the plot

Like cobwebs
Too thin to be caught

The Woods

Written By: Andres Wilson

The Woods (leave it all behind) By Andres Wilson


In the woods behind my house
When November haunts the air
I could swear to you that I have

Seen some ghosts playing out there

They are something like the wind
Pining for the orange sky
Bearing nothing but a sound
And leaving everything be-


Hind Hind, leaving everything be-
Hind, Hind, leaving everything behind

In the woods behind my house
Where I used to carve my name
I can’t find it anymore

Does that mean it’s not the same

Could I still pronounce it right
If I read something I’d signed
Or would it become something foreign
If I left it all behind


In the woods behind my house
Where I tripped and scraped my knee
And the canines met their rest
Is that the place I’ll bury me?
In a strip that bears no leaves
Under branches in a bind
If a man equals his land
How can I leave it all be-

Hind, Hind, leaving everything be-
Hind, Hind, leaving everything behind

The Trick

Written By: Andres Wilson

The Trick

Verse 1
Obscured behind draping curtains are bullied rays of light
Tongues have dizzied this dusty room with their mastery of lies
Pillows tally naked minutes that ruffle before they wilt
Inches between us flicker closer but never seem to be filled.

What is this trick, that’s been so aptly played?
Under flesh veils we cannot see our plague.
Is this a trick? Is this a trick? Is this a trick?

Verse 2
In our cave this fire glimmers but never reaches its form
Clothes are strewn indiscreetly like murdered leaves at the hands of a storm
There was no surging earthquake that ripped apart the floor
Just the knowledge that love is not what happened moments before
How could I have crashed and burned in you?
When I didn’t even know the color of your eyes.

What is this trick that consumes all our days?
What is the catch that tortures all our ways?
Is this a trick? Is this a trick? Is this a trick?

I need to get up, I need to get out, I need to flee from this face I hate
I need to get up, I need to get out, I need to divine the rules to this game
Game that we’re forced to play.

That we’re forced to play
That we’re forced to play
That we’re forced to play
That we’re forced to play


Just a demo at this time, but numerous recordings as a sideman and with former metal groups. A full-length C.D. is set to be released in Dec 04'.

Set List

The typical original set list is planned to last an hour. Although an alternate set list is sometimes performed which is infused with classic blues, rock, and punk covers.


The Woods
Ink and Sound
Ice Princess
The Forces That Be
Little Island
The Trick
What is left?
Steal a piece of sun
The Ghosts of July
Wailing at the wall
A need for more
Cavendish in August
Covert Operations


Voodoo Chile (with Hendrix medley)
Master of Puppets (Metallica)
Earth Angel (standard)
I was made to love her (Stevie Wonder)
Sunshine of your love (Cream)
Horror Hotel (The Misfits)
In Memory of Elizabeth Reed (The Allman Brothers)
Many classic blues covers and jazz standards are in the artist's repertoire:
The thrill is gone
Tore Down
Hoochie Coochie Man