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

I met Jonathan for a drink. At some dive in Hell’s Kitchen, which is a scary sounding name for a neighborhood but actually it was really not that bad. Not really all that different from a lot of other residential areas of Manhattan. Mine was non-alcoholic, his wasn’t.

I, of course, told ( Read more... )

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

Delmonico’s was a classic New York restaurant of some repute, apparently. I had kind of thought so from the name but with Ziggy it was hard to predict if he wanted to go somewhere obscure and out of the way or ritzy and exclusive or high profile where we’d “see and be seen.” This was ritzy ( Read more... )

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

Tony knew where to park a limo temporarily at the airport and left the two of us in there while he went inside to stand around with the other limo drivers holding up a sign with Jonathan’s name on it. I was sure J would recognize him anyway since he knew we were coming to pick him up.

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

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I slept three hours and then was wide awake in the morning, more because of jet lag than ( Read more... )

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

The next day, Jonathan walked around the house on the cordless phone, telling his parents, talking to his agent, telling a college friend who worked in film but was in London for a movie shoot for the next two months, all while he wrapped his cups and plates in newspaper and stacked them ( Read more... )

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

Once I thought about it I realized that I heard things all the time about television series being cancelled. You hear more about the ones that are on the air and then get cut off. I was vaguely aware that there were those that never made it to air in the first place, but I had not given ( Read more... )

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

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

Say what you will about Jonathan, one thing he was always good about was letting me preserve my stupid shreds of masculine dignity.

When he came in, my head was so far up my ass it took me a moment to even remember where I was and why. Oh fuck. I stood up quickly and wiped my face and ( Read more... )

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

Jonathan called a little while later. I took it on the kitchen phone and Remo made himself scarce.

“Hey,” I said.

“Hey. I…” He cleared his throat. “I wanted to check in.”

I kept it light. “Like to a hotel?”

He let out a little huff of breath and I knew he was smiling, though he hadn’t ( Read more... )

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

If I were prone to cliche I’d say the next day dawned gray and gloomy. But come on. It was another sunny, mid-sixties day exactly like the day before, just like most of the days in November in Los Angeles except when it was in the eighties.

I want to go home, I thought, from my cocoon, ( Read more... )