Andrew Kreider was born and raised in London, England – growing up caught between the sounds of the English “folk-baroque” scene and new wave musician poets like Elvis Costello. Throw in the influence of Canadians Joni Mitchell and Bruce Cockburn, a stint trying to fathom T.S. Eliot and ending up at the feet of Hilaire Belloc, then stir in the upheaval of a move to Midwestern Indiana in his 20s, and you get the fertile soil for some first-class offbeat poetry and songwriting with a “transatlantic drawl.”
Trained in a Mennonite seminary, Kreider spent over a decade as a pastor before hanging up his Sunday best, to give more time to family and to his writing.
By turns witty, spiritual and poignant, Kreider turns his poet’s eye on everything from the humiliation of getting a speeding ticket for driving 30 miles an hour, to the moon shining through a hotel window, from the heartbreak of a broken relationship, to a mass arrival of ancient Greeks at a small-town airport. The goofy, manic unpredictability of his live performances translates into a wide-ranging catalog of songs, as well as a series of chapbooks and a vibrant poetry blog.
Andrew Kreider is joyfully and hilariously married to the lovely Katie. They have three children, a loving dog and a six-foot inflatable penguin named Ollie.