After intensive miseducation in musical disease at the Boston Tropical Institute of Stringless Guitars, Gonorreo launched his career and promptly had a car accident where he broke a finger nail. As a result, he spent ten years without being able to play the instrument, which was cause for great celebration amongst the staff of the BTISG, who hate him, because he is a genius, and because people always hate geniuses until they die, at which time they suddenly switch mood, kind of bipolar and crazy, and start applauding the dead person and saying they're fabulous, but it just so happens that Gonorreo, not yet being dead, although smelling mighty close to it, but this due to lack of hygiene, decided to pick up the guitar again, despite the guitar's protest, and taking advantage of the new hyperage interactive multimedial yabadooba let's chat social platform myface and spacebook opportunities of the wide wanking web, uploaded a whole lot of crap but with the best intentions and I think you got the idea, I'm just having a fling here at the screen without taking it too seriously and hope you enjoy the songs I make or the covers I cover and so on and if you do want to give me a lot of money or a kiss or something then please help yourself. Thwank you.