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

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

So, I was expecting a bout of insomnia, but I guess all the alcohol and turkey outdid the stress, and I passed out not long after J. and I got in bed.

Jonathan, on the other hand, apparently lay awake thinking about everything he had seen and heard, and Jonathan being Jonathan, made up ( Read more... )

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

The doorbell rang while I was on my second cup of coffee, which was after I had tried all the pies. The caterers had set up a big pitcher-Thermos sort of thing with the last of the coffee and had just left, so when it rang everyone assumed it was them coming back for something they forgot ( Read more... )

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

The secretaries were not as fawny as the last time I had been here, but then that time had been preceded by a lot of hype and there was the little matter of the unveiling of the gold record. Or maybe it was just that Ziggy wasn’t here this time.

Some junior publicist sat me in a ( Read more... )

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

I only slept four or five hours, and then I was up prowling the kitchen in the dark and then the studio, too restless to sleep when there was work to be done.

Four days until Ziggy, and one day until I had to turn in roughs.

And a matter of hours before I was going to tape what I had ( Read more... )

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

I learned a couple of really important things that night, which I guess just goes to show you never know what good leaving the house might do you. Here they are in chronological order.

The first is that the expression “counting the days” to me didn’t mean actually counting the actual days ( Read more... )

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

The next day Jonathan went to his meeting, and Remo and I spent all afternoon in his home studio with him teaching me these parts and me overdubbing a bunch of soundtrack stuff. I had completely forgotten he’d told me months ago about a soundtrack he had been working on and I thought it ( Read more... )

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

Colin was waking me up gently, nudging me and saying my name in a soft voice. My first thought was that something terrible had happened and so he was trying to be gentle to me, to break it to me softly.

But no. He was just being kind.
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Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.

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If I had been a different kind of person, I would have kicked down Digger’s door in ( Read more... )

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

I really wasn’t in my right mind when I got sucked into the conversation with Digger and Mills. But I did anyway.

Mills was hanging around backstage, in the slightly larger room from the one we’d kept band-only. Like last night, the music industry people quotient was high here, too, which ( Read more... )