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

My eyes took a while to absorb the words on the back of the record cover, maybe because of the low light level, which remember Jordan had done supposedly for the good of my concussion. (Maybe it had worked, too, because I felt fine, if tired.) The single in my hands, I learned once the ( Read more... )

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

(Join me this Thursday April 21st 9-10p EDT for a video chat to talk about Daron’s Guitar Chronicles and the Kickstarter effort! RSVP on Facebook or bookmark the Youtube streaming page directly: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bSJWPwxEjGA. If we get to $3,000 in donations before the chat, ( Read more... )

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

(22 days left in the DGC Kickstarter!)

I’ll relate to you one more Bradley story before I get back to talking nonstop about Ziggy.

The night we’d told Bradley and Marvelle we were hiring them both, we ened up at Jordan’s. When Carynne had talked to him to vet Marvelle, he’d mentioned we ( Read more... )

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

We slept in, had a late brunch at the little place Ziggy liked, did some shopping, met Bart and Chris for dinner, scrapped plans to go to another live musc show, and ended up at Limelight. Well no, actually, Limelight was just another stop on the way to Jordan’s loft once again, with about ( Read more... )

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

That night I asked Ziggy super-casually if we could hit Limelight. I had no idea if Jordan would be there but he had been at least half the times I’d gone over the past couple of years, even when he wasn’t deejaying, and in the far back of my head I had this inkling that I wanted to talk ( Read more... )

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

I met Jordan for that drink while Ziggy went to a training session of some kind that he didn’t want to skip. He didn’t say whether it was voice or dance or something else and I didn’t ask. My hands itched a little because now it had been two whole days (three?) since I’d played the guitar ( Read more... )

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

(Happy Thanksgiving, USians! Happy Thursday, everyone else! -ctan)

Turns out everyone but me thought we were going to Jordan’s after The Cat Club. I caught up with the plan quickly, though. I went to say goodbye to Artie and found him talking to Barrett, who I hadn’t even realized was ( Read more... )

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

We didn’t go out clubbing every night I was in New York. No, sometimes we stayed in the studio all night instead.

Somehow Jordan always had the energy to be awake before me the next day. Sometimes he had to go to meetings. At one point he was gone for almost a day and a half, rescuing ( Read more... )

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

So living at Jordan’s turned out to be like living at Grand Central Station. There was always someone interesting coming or going. Musicians, songwriters, deejays, New York art scene people-it wasn’t always clear who was connected to him for actual work and who was just there to hang ( Read more... )

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

The first person who accosted me in the main suite was someone I hadn’t been expecting but maybe should have. Lacey Montaigne hit me with a sing-songy “Da-ronnn!” and kissed me on the cheek like we actually knew each other.

Fine. I know how to be nice to girls. Growing up with three ( Read more... )