Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.

Dallas was still really far away when I woke up. Marty didn’t nap. Or maybe I slept through that part. I don’t know. It kind of blurs together.

We stopped at a rest area at one point, though, and Carynne got on a pay phone to check her beeper messages. When she got back to the bus she ( Read more... )