The first time I heard Michael Chapman's music, it felt like a new yet familiar friend. I've learned so much from him--his work ethic, his sense of camaraderie during our times together on the road or in the studio, and as a guest at Wytree Farm, Michael and Andru’s lovely, welcoming home. I’ve been with Michael on a broken-down bus in the Bronx, on high-speed trains in Switzerland, on a bumpy flight over Spain. I've been a passenger in his Jaguar, speeding down the . . .
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