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

Five days to go on Ziggy, three days to go on the scoring gig. J. and I had some breakfast together in the kitchen and then went to our respective work rooms.

It’s hard to describe what it was like working alone. I mean, I was used to sketching out tracks and writing lyrics and practicing ( Read more... )

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

Ziggy ran a block over and flagged down a cab. I slid in after him like something from a spy movie, and the cab pulled away as Ziggy stuffed a wad of money into the little plastic flip drawer, urging the cabbie to “just drive.”
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