Marty is fine and so is Eliot , bit banged up but I think he'll live to make more music. Hooray

Cut my hair.

I went to visit our children's hospital last tuesday, brought my balloons and  guitar. My very favorite place to play is in places like this, white walls and sedatives., my audience is forced to listen ha ha, and anyway music sounds louder in places where every thing else is kept inside, all their hurt, the things they can't say out loud.
I was thinking about my own childhood and what the Lord did for me, guess thats why I keep finding myself back in these white, washed rooms filled with young trouble makers and misfits and I love each and every one of them.
I'm such a loser haha.
Here is a song from Eliot's last band
 Prototype 
its not the real thing baby!