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The Music Man Himself!
Andreas Gelinas Biography
The universal troubadour: Born (July 27th 1964) and self raised in a quaintly trailer park situated in Vimont Laval/Québec Canada , son of German immigrants was truly a soul seeking individual from the moment he was capable of rationalising. He remembers little of his biological father accept for three specific moments in his youth. The first was a God Almighty, terror inducing Yelp coming from the shadows on the living room wall as he was spying on the commotion.
The second being the moment he and his brother were being escorted to an open plained field of grass whereby his father was too dazzle he and his brother with a spectacular demonstration of a 4 foot Balsa wooded glider covered in a highly non resistant silkened paper that would guarantee his 600 hour time investment a flight like no other.
The meticulous craft was so incredibly aerodynamic that after its very first launching it was lifted up up and away, out of sight and never to be seen again. Lastly was the day he had graduated from kindergarten and upon exiting his father was politely standing next to the awaiting schoolbus, hands cordially crossed by the front. He gave his son a big hug and began to tear as two female teachers came running to protect for fear of a kidnapping.
That was the last he saw of his biological father until his mother's suicide in 1984 , enabling a reunion of sorts but from the moment of the abrupt halt on behalf of the elementary school teachers who literally pulled him from his father mid afternoon late May of ' 71 for fear of an abduction he and his brother were duly cared for and officially spoiled on the material front by the very same man who owned the trailer park in which they were living.
Promises of the finest education available as well as optimum living standards up until the age of 18 were sufficient to persuade his mother Ursula Gruber (then stock and packaging worker at Holt Renfrew)to divorce his biological father Peter Jeürgen Heintz Gruber. Nothing could have been further from the truth apart from a lavish home he had built for the family of 2 stories, the upstairs for the newlyweds and the downstairs for the boys (equipped with a closet full of toys and games for two).
Andy's brother hated toys and even more so board games. He had friends of his own anyway and was seldomly there and even when he was he distanced himself from his admiring younger brother. Condemned to a fully loaded basement pool table and all he endured the punishment the best way he could by keeping himself company and taking turns at opposite sides of the playing boards and pretending to be a pool shark conning some poor sucker at a game of snooker, he got so desperate for company and activity he would go out to the backyard and cast lures into the freshly cleaned in-ground swimming pool as he rolled in the big imaginary bass.
It's not that he wasn't likeable but friends were not allowed in the house or to swim unless the parents themselves came supervise their own children if they wanted to come over, to make matters worse the nearest friend lived but 8 miles away.
Elementary years were past with flying colors, enough so for him to win the award for Best student of the year but coming home was to be dreaded. Overly introspective and curious beyond the meaning of the word he was perpetually hungry for life experiences. he deduced at a very early age that money and image are useless without love as the underlying witness.
His curiosity and insistence on always crediting both sides of the coin led him down some very dark avenues during his adolescence. These avenues of which he insisted upon exploring required some extra bravado as well as mind expansion, all this in the name of acquiring first hand knowledge in order that he be able to write real songs for real people and not simply assuming what the human condition can impose upon the person.
His Decision to undertake and hopefully master the acoustic guitar came directly from a vision whilst listening to zeppelin's“Going to California”. Mesmerised at the age of 12 by this universe of emotion that an acoustic guitar could create he would teach himself through tab and visualisation through his ears of rhythms he would imitate and create.
At 17 he had had enough of pretend fishing and pool sharking a shadow as well as his step father whom he felt sorry for more than hated. He led about being an excellent Waiter and eventually became one, the public contact and immense potential to step into people's world's for a few precious moments here and there were priceless for helping to share acquired knowledge as well as learn about human diversity.
Serving for him was a pleasure meeting not a chore, If Jesus could serve a servant so could he accept for a brief period between 1988-93 where he busked his way through England and neighbouring countries playing his guitar in market squares and romantic niches where couples would gather to embrace and plan for the future.
Andy was Quite content to sit in the shadows to Stoke a log on the ambitions of passer by'ers and plant small seeds of awareness into them with hopes that one-day they would take fruit and help to spare them of living some of the pains he experienced or of those to which he purposefully subjected himself to.
Now in his early 50's he feels almost ready to reach a larger audience and that he had enough validity to claim the title of Artist a word he does not care for at all, to him it sounds pretentious and dividing. We are all artists in our own right and talent he claims nothing other than 1% inspiration and 99% perspiration.
The second being the moment he and his brother were being escorted to an open plained field of grass whereby his father was too dazzle he and his brother with a spectacular demonstration of a 4 foot Balsa wooded glider covered in a highly non resistant silkened paper that would guarantee his 600 hour time investment a flight like no other.
The meticulous craft was so incredibly aerodynamic that after its very first launching it was lifted up up and away, out of sight and never to be seen again. Lastly was the day he had graduated from kindergarten and upon exiting his father was politely standing next to the awaiting schoolbus, hands cordially crossed by the front. He gave his son a big hug and began to tear as two female teachers came running to protect for fear of a kidnapping.
That was the last he saw of his biological father until his mother's suicide in 1984 , enabling a reunion of sorts but from the moment of the abrupt halt on behalf of the elementary school teachers who literally pulled him from his father mid afternoon late May of ' 71 for fear of an abduction he and his brother were duly cared for and officially spoiled on the material front by the very same man who owned the trailer park in which they were living.
Promises of the finest education available as well as optimum living standards up until the age of 18 were sufficient to persuade his mother Ursula Gruber (then stock and packaging worker at Holt Renfrew)to divorce his biological father Peter Jeürgen Heintz Gruber. Nothing could have been further from the truth apart from a lavish home he had built for the family of 2 stories, the upstairs for the newlyweds and the downstairs for the boys (equipped with a closet full of toys and games for two).
Andy's brother hated toys and even more so board games. He had friends of his own anyway and was seldomly there and even when he was he distanced himself from his admiring younger brother. Condemned to a fully loaded basement pool table and all he endured the punishment the best way he could by keeping himself company and taking turns at opposite sides of the playing boards and pretending to be a pool shark conning some poor sucker at a game of snooker, he got so desperate for company and activity he would go out to the backyard and cast lures into the freshly cleaned in-ground swimming pool as he rolled in the big imaginary bass.
It's not that he wasn't likeable but friends were not allowed in the house or to swim unless the parents themselves came supervise their own children if they wanted to come over, to make matters worse the nearest friend lived but 8 miles away.
Elementary years were past with flying colors, enough so for him to win the award for Best student of the year but coming home was to be dreaded. Overly introspective and curious beyond the meaning of the word he was perpetually hungry for life experiences. he deduced at a very early age that money and image are useless without love as the underlying witness.
His curiosity and insistence on always crediting both sides of the coin led him down some very dark avenues during his adolescence. These avenues of which he insisted upon exploring required some extra bravado as well as mind expansion, all this in the name of acquiring first hand knowledge in order that he be able to write real songs for real people and not simply assuming what the human condition can impose upon the person.
His Decision to undertake and hopefully master the acoustic guitar came directly from a vision whilst listening to zeppelin's“Going to California”. Mesmerised at the age of 12 by this universe of emotion that an acoustic guitar could create he would teach himself through tab and visualisation through his ears of rhythms he would imitate and create.
At 17 he had had enough of pretend fishing and pool sharking a shadow as well as his step father whom he felt sorry for more than hated. He led about being an excellent Waiter and eventually became one, the public contact and immense potential to step into people's world's for a few precious moments here and there were priceless for helping to share acquired knowledge as well as learn about human diversity.
Serving for him was a pleasure meeting not a chore, If Jesus could serve a servant so could he accept for a brief period between 1988-93 where he busked his way through England and neighbouring countries playing his guitar in market squares and romantic niches where couples would gather to embrace and plan for the future.
Andy was Quite content to sit in the shadows to Stoke a log on the ambitions of passer by'ers and plant small seeds of awareness into them with hopes that one-day they would take fruit and help to spare them of living some of the pains he experienced or of those to which he purposefully subjected himself to.
Now in his early 50's he feels almost ready to reach a larger audience and that he had enough validity to claim the title of Artist a word he does not care for at all, to him it sounds pretentious and dividing. We are all artists in our own right and talent he claims nothing other than 1% inspiration and 99% perspiration.