After playing guitar with Andy on and off for 32yrs, I'm broken to the core over the loss of a brother, and our dear friend. The hole is immense and my guitar is silent. I'm numb and there is, in my heart, a selfish sadness as I think I will never experience Playing with him again. He challenged my abilities, chastised my tempo, demanded more with the words go slow before you go fast. We could sit together and disect songs in roughly 30 minutes or less. He never turned away a guitar playing opportunity, and many times, simply forgot about his days commitments and we would play late into the night. Me sipping rum, and him.........most of us know.....the Ouzo....lolol. Many of us have known Andy for many years. Through his wonderful ability to always find the good in people, everything and everyone .....life itself was sacred to him. He truly loved us all. Unconditionally, which is rare. Him and I lived together a few times over the years, and the 80's were especially good to us. Skiing up at Sunshine and crashing at Darryl Bruno's room and the staff accom. Hiking in Back country of Banff and Kananaskis, camping with Curt, Paul, and the rest of the crew, playing guitar at Upper Spray Lakes with general debauchery included. So many memories....The big house in Bankview, where so many of us met!...During those times, we were friend rich and cash poor. Over the years, I left my friend and moved to the coast. I didn't see much of him for a good 5 yrs, but that didn't stop us from talking on the phone. He was always happy to hear from you. Always. And no matter how blue I would be, hed just take another belt of ouzo and belt out a Popeye argh argh argh argh! Type cackle and all would be good. And all would be good.......and we would play guitar............my dearest friend.....we would play. In the last yrs of playing guitar, he and Bill and Greg became dear friends. Bills wonderful, calm demeanour, Gregs endless beat rolling through his veins, and add Kim's endless repertoire of songs, inspired....challenged Andy to a higher degree. His music abilities spiked. And so, when I finally got back to him in 2013, It Was On.!!! Though I'm far away now, my heart has always been close to him for a friend. Unconditional friendship, and the common thread stronger than silk itself.......our music. I had just spoke to him the week before, and the friend that I thought would be invincible to death itself through JUICING...and ouzo...........is now playing with Prince I'm sure... To all of us, such a sad departure of one of the most gentle, loving, insightful, intelligent, giving, kind friends. I weep not only for Andy, but for all of us. We've all lost.........a very dear friend indeed. Irreplaceable.. really Andy......you are. RIP My dear friend. I .....will not forget you. I will repeat your name, in the growing list, of dear people lost, whose names I repeat, as we all grow older on our own March of Time. And my guitar will weep for you when the time is right to play again. I promise.