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

At one point I broke a string, right at the end of a song, at the end of “Wonderland” actually, and it took a little longer to swap to the backup guitar than usual, because I’d picked up some of the stuffed bears and cats and whatever that people were throwing at me and tucked them in the ( Read more... )

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

The venue in North Carolina turned out to be another college campus, and Jonathan had to tell me all about the Duke Blue Devils since I didn’t know squat about college sports. It was a basketball arena, seated just shy of ten thousand, but from the outside it was all covered in gray stone ( Read more... )

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... )