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

Miracle Mile arrived that night at around midnight after their flight out of Boston was delayed.

Let me give you some idea of what kind of logistics were entailed in the whole operation. Six top-priced last-minute airline tickets. A hotel to put them up for the night. A van to get them ( Read more... )

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

Cain came into the lounge and sat down in a miserable slump. “I hate to ask you guys this, but… But I don’t know what else to do.”

“Ask us what,” Ziggy demanded.

“Can I ride with you guys? I’m just… I…” He shut his eyes and let his head fall back. “I don’t feel safe.”
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Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.

“Today we’re going to learn to play the blues,” I said. We were sitting on the edge of the stage, our legs dangling into the security pit. “I’m betting you kind of know this already, instinctively, but it’s one thing to hear it and recognize it, and another to play it.”

Colin nodded. “ ( Read more... )