howby...well much better today. i got a letter today, from the disability board. i might get my operation after all....(knockin on wood...)the video at the top is a testimonial for TSUNAMI CABLES duh..they asked me to do a vid for them, and i straight told the truth, off the top of my head...and bam..it landed on the front of there web page....im stokedwww.tsunamicables.comthis year has been a good one for me....

i picked up some really good endorsments, made some really good friends, lannded in a kick ass new band, did some awsome shows..and on top of all that..have custom signiture pickups made by T.V JONES, called "GWAMBATRONS" and believe it or not a signature guitar..the " GWAMBA SIREN", made by "TREGAN GUITARS," out of pennsilvania!(same place martin comes from)does it sound like i am bragging.....well, mabey i am a little....but not relly...just laying down checks and negs...and this year the checks outwieghd the negs!!!!!ait with all of that out of the way.(some peeple do ask me to write about whats goin on in my "musical career"...so i ablidge them)..lets dig a little deeper into the corners of the thing in the skull frame at the top of my spinal cord....here i sit broken hearted..tryed to shit but only.......k wait....where the hell....ok here we go...its comin to me..........an open ended letter...to myself....did u ever write a letter to yourself...i guess you have to have other, many, a few,,,,,yourselfs......uuuuummmm....lets begin!dec.7,2009,  grey sky, no rain, cold as ice(foriener pokin thru?) back pain, pill filled, letter to myself day..................................howdy gwamba...feelin allright?hows it goin...dont know if or how these werds will find youshit i cant find the remote..for a week now..just watch whats on the channel its stuck on....pawned my black hills gold neckless the other day...man what a drag...all those years = 2o bucks = gas to get to the pawn shop and back=? its whatever u gotta do i guess..just to make it thru..remember that time, i dont know which time, but one time..we stood like wooden indians..with our bellys full...no-one could fuck with us!sure do miss those cigeretts u used to roll,from weeds behind the rusted shed..where we found that kid....dead...it was a special place,,,,for us....and im still sitting like a bird on a line(i love that line)damn..if i could just get it together..like wing feathers..long enough to get up, and get outta here!but i guess fimiliarity is a blanket to me...ive walked these streets and alleys for so many years...i dont even have to hold my head up, or open my eyes...my feet know the way....we cut across the park, so many times..that we made a highway...in the grass...a vein, and we were the blood cells...moving thru an artery,,,the heart of our addictive personalities....when addiction is mentioned, we would always smirck..like a coulple of jerks...but we get it..got it...good!rehab...too bad...im not goin where im not wanted, only the money in my pocket, or the lack there of..a stranger..tellin me. how it should be?...what the fuck, a shodow, tryin on my shoes , tellin me there the wrong size, shape and color...pickin my brain, like pickin the lotto numbers on a card u didnt pay for...just found it on the ground...it was a looser when u picked it up..already scratched, attached, to a dream....a broken one at that...i dont wollow in my sorrow..i swollow...and let my intestines do the rest....the dirty work, but work that has to be done!ill just keep on keepin on....as i walk past the store fronts....and the walking advertizments....cars playin music for everyone to hear, as tho to say..."hey its gotta be my way"...the beet....the noise, the shove it down your throat mantality, of an age we didnt create, or even asked to be,,,,a part of....or kindred to, disolve to resolve nothing...and along the way....pick up some hair spray, and aim it at the ozone....just to be an asshole!yup thats me....it used to take a long time for a culture to grow..identify, statis to call itself a culture...now its just the green shit on the back of a tounge!the 20's...skip the 30's... the 40's, and then the 50's...straight thru to the 60's....70's ..80's....then..in the 90's...somthing happened.....ya cant blame everything on computers....humans invented them, but then gave them the ability to learn?...learn what?i dont know....where is the culture?...how do we identify ourself's with a culture that has no.....culture?and now again...ive splattered you with attrosious grossness....just an opinion...mine, my otherselfs....but not my other , other selfs....we all swim upstream.....some give up and just go with the flow..down stream...but here is the question..."WHAT DO U DO WHEN THE CURRENT CHANGES DIRECTION..AND SUDDENLY U R MAIN STREAM"?laff all the way to the bank...sit in your room with a mosberg, 12 gauge..and a note..u tell me..im lost in this anamie anomally....it aint no down strem lawlessness its alienation from so called alternative culture!and as the vultures circle, waiting...and we lay hoping, that they will eat our ears first, so we dont have to hear the lectures, and the sacarin lullibys...and monitary speeches..i remember your nice firm hand shake...the way you poked me in the eye, the way you pecked at my heart...the way you taght me to beet my wings, to go back into the clouds..without a scratch....man,,,i remember that!and now that BOBBY BURNS is dead...there will be enough beer for the rest of us....but i miss him so much, i would give up....some of my beer to have him back...back behind the drums, where he sat for so long, using his moth, instead of his sticks..you always understood...realized...that cats...understand human language better than dogs...for they respond less when spoken to!you say u aint got it figured out...i guess u dont...but niether do i, but u always make me feel like i do!hope your doin better......gwamba....sincerly....me~....