Shock

In June of 2008, my great little green car got crashed to death from behind while I was stopped to turn into a parking place. I am still in much pain, head neck, back, chest, on and on, and then with 6 weeks left in our northern northern winder here in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, the car I bought to replace the cool one died like a coward in the snow, pronounced DOA by Andrew MIchael Hill, the son of my friend and neighbor, the late Mike Hill. Andrew then pretty much adopted me and then over a two-week period during which we still had 30 inches of snow on the ground where we live, in the highlands 20 miles and 1000 feet of elevation from downtown Marquette, our largest city at 19000 pop. He had a life and a family and I had no wheels, and somehow we got into the rhythm of it all, and we still are. In part one of what I like to call the Amazing Adventures of Andrew Hill, he finishes the frame and restores our broken title character, the cracked rear shock mount, which is the car and truck suspension counterpart of the human hip. Andrew Hill is a licensed builder in Marquette, MI and is also arguably the finest guitarist I have ever played with. Andrew will record his own score for this video, but so he could see it, I have done version one with another instrumental experiment (strat) from the new ballet score in progress, Mara Jauna, which plays under the uncut, unattenuated ambient sound of his good work. Thanks to Andrew, his wife, Krista, and their children, Kaitlin and …

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