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

(Monday at midnight is the deadline for turning in Orlando-themed fanworks! Knowing what was coming up in today’s chapter would land around then, I timed it that way on purpose. You’ll see why. -ctan)
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I successfully avoided any and all family drama while we were in Miami. Go me. And I did ( Read more... )

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

Both the Musician and Rolling Stone interviews were awkward because both writers clearly seemed to smell a scoop and wanted to dig into all kinds of questions about Star*Gaze and Jordan’s involvement and they couldn’t help but ask me stuff about Ziggy’s upcoming tour. And I just kept ( Read more... )

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

I think I told you about how Digger got drunk at one of my sisters’ piano recitals. I haven’t told you about my own, though. When I was ten years old, my youngest sister (Courtney, five years old) and I were forced into piano lessons.

I’m not sure exactly how I had escaped doing it that ( Read more... )

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

I have this memory from my early childhood, one of those things you forget and then periodically remember. I must have been maybe four or five, and my older sister Beth was doing a piano recital.

The recital was at the piano teacher’s house, and all her current students had little songs ( Read more... )

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

When I was a kid I always thought I wasn’t happy because of this or that, kids at school being mean to me, or my mother forcing me to do things I didn’t want to (or preventing me from doing things I did). Claire was always on my fucking case, even when I was small-don’t touch that, don’t ( Read more... )