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

Trying to find the right moment to ask Colin whether he was coming with us to South America turned out to be more difficult than I expected. Eventually one day when Christian and I were engaging in the practice of moving iron around, I asked him about it.

“So I want to ask Colin whether ( Read more... )

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

The whole Boston-based crew-me, Carynne, Chris, Bart, Bradley, and Courtney-went north for the July 4th vacation week. Ziggy stayed in the city and said goodbye to me with an enthusiasm for the experience of being apart that I think I was finally starting to understand. Now that I was no ( Read more... )

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

I went home. To Allston, I mean. But as I may or may not have established before, I’m terrible at being home. The problem with defining one’s self by what you DO instead of by where you’re FROM is that home becomes this really fraught concept…

Maybe I shouldn’t generalize. Maybe it’s ( Read more... )

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

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It was a little unfair for me to spring a rehearsal on Bart and Chris like that. I think I ( Read more... )

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

There’s a moment in one of Shakespeare’s plays-maybe more than one, they blend together in my head-where a guy gets stabbed and then he has to comment on the fact that he’s just taken a knife to the gut and what it feels like. I don’t actually remember what he says, but it was one of ( Read more... )

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

I had been to Bart’s parents’ Cape house before, when they weren’t there. What’s funny is that I had forgotten what it looked like. I had convinced myself it was a split-level, with a large deck in the back.

I later figured out that in my head I had transposed some other rich family’s ( Read more... )

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

Jonathan snuck out at some ridiculously early hour and I had no trouble going back to sleep after his murmured “see you tonight.” I slept until the wakeup call came at noon. At that point I was ravenously hungry. I dug through what was left of my clean clothes, figuring out what to save ( Read more... )

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

Colin was waiting for me to finish my little chat, off in the wings. I asked him how his fingers were holding up.

“A little sore, but okay,” he said, then blew on his fingertips. “You want your dog tags back?”

“Thanks.” I took the laminates on a lanyard he held out to me. One of Colin’s ( Read more... )

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

Chris drove, I rode, which was a good thing since I still hadn’t really figured out the best way to get to the rehearsal space yet.

“When are you buying a car?” he asked, while we sat in traffic at some intersection I didn’t recognize. Chris hadn’t figured out the best way to get there ( Read more... )