Well chaps, here's the sad story in brief -

I spent a number of years addicted to narcotics, in and out of jails and rehabs. I managed to pick up a college education and keep playing music throughout and between bouts of chaos, but more often than not I was neck deep in the sludge of heroin addiction.

A couple years ago a series of events occurred which finally shook me to the point of making some changes. I got divorced, cleaned up, and moved to Burlington. Shortly after that I met Franky, he found the V, I bought the pants, and Amadis was born.

So, fast forward to now. Though I've reinvented my life in the past couple years, with a past as hectic as the one I walked away from it's not always that simple to escape. Several months ago I was charged with a drug related forgery that occurred in late '05.

Yesterday, after a number of court appearances and negotiations, I was sentenced to three months in jail followed by a period of probation. The judge acknowledged that I have done well to turn my life around, but felt that a little time in the clink might help keep me motivated.

The way I see it, it could be worse. I'll read some books, do some pushups, maybe brush up on my theory and chart-reading. I'll come back with some new ideas, plus I'll be burning to play, so there should be some intense new material throughout the summer.

There you have it. The real short version of my dodgy past and current circumstances. I'm sure this'll probably alienate a few of you, but fuck it. I've still got this SG and these leather pants, and I'm still building a throne of blood out of your skulls and bones...

-J.J.