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

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After getting Bart and Chris’s suitcases settled at a hotel, we went over to the rehearsal space to check it out.

Sarah’s team had been using it before we moved in, but it ( Read more... )

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

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I’m trying to figure out how much to tell you about rehearsal. I mean, I think it’s kind of interesting but I’m pretty sure my descriptions of it probably aren’t. We settled into a routine ( Read more... )

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

Third of three submissions for February’s threesomes and more challenge, written by Stef, featuring Ziggy, Daron, and Colin with all the hang-ups we know and love in Daron, and all the sexy reassurance Colin and Ziggy are so good at offering.

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How did I end up in this situation? Me, ( Read more... )

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

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I’ll give you one guess who the first person was I called about the drumming gig.

Martin.

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

Christian and I went out the next night. We went to a place I had been with Jonathan years before, the Union Oyster House. We got recognized as Somewhat Famous People by the host and shown to a table where we couldn’t be seen from the door. The host, a young-looking guy but with his hair ( Read more... )

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

We arrived in Worcester, Massachusetts, in the wee hours of the morning after the gig in Syracuse, at a hotel where the night clerk was very unprepared for the entire entourage to descend. As such it took an hour or two to get the rooms sorted out. A couple of members of the crew fell ( Read more... )

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

When you come from the New York area, you grow up learning a certain disdain of tourists. So it was distinctly weird to be staying in a hotel in the city for an honest-to-god vacation. It really hadn’t sunk in for me that we’d be playing tourist in what was, really, kind of our hometown. ( Read more... )

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

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Christian came home a little while later, in jeans and workboots that were obviously covered in plaster dust. I was sitting in the living room at the time, reading through a stack of ( Read more... )

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

I called Chris after the limo dropped me off at home. Jonathan had gone out to the coffee shop to write and he wasn’t back yet. I put some music on and lay down in the middle of the bed with the cordless phone to talk.

“How’d it go?” Chris asked.

“Boring, which is just fine with me. ( Read more... )

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

Friday night we went to a party and Pike introduced me to Keith, who it turned out had heard about me from Chernwick. And that led to another gig with a band who were partway through cutting their album when one of their guitarists broke his wrist in a swimming pool accident.

The story ( Read more... )