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

I called Chris after the limo dropped me off at home. Jonathan had gone out to the coffee shop to write and he wasn’t back yet. I put some music on and lay down in the middle of the bed with the cordless phone to talk.

“How’d it go?” Chris asked.

“Boring, which is just fine with me. ( Read more... )

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

(Quick site news: you guys are psychic! The most votes piling up for the date of the 4th anniversary online chat and stuff are for November 16th, which was the day I was secretly rooting for! We’ll do 6-9pm eastern, one hour on Google Hangout on Air, one hour on uStream, and then an hour ( Read more... )

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

The next day I drove Chris to meet Lacey at her mom’s house in Beverly Hills.

We got lost twice on the way there because neither of us knew our way around there and the roads are curvy and confusing, and at least once on the way I told Chris I felt like we were back in the days of ( Read more... )

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

Friday night we went to a party and Pike introduced me to Keith, who it turned out had heard about me from Chernwick. And that led to another gig with a band who were partway through cutting their album when one of their guitarists broke his wrist in a swimming pool accident.

The story ( Read more... )

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

I had been to Bart’s parents’ Cape house before, when they weren’t there. What’s funny is that I had forgotten what it looked like. I had convinced myself it was a split-level, with a large deck in the back.

I later figured out that in my head I had transposed some other rich family’s ( 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... )

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

Here’s what would have happened, in a perfect world.

In a perfect world I would have followed Zig back to his room, and fucked his brains out, and he would have apologized for being such a pathological shit to me, and I would have apologized for being such a fucked up closet case in the ( Read more... )

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

So in that “it’s a small world” sort of way, it turned out Cameron and Louis knew each other from some previous project. They caught up a little while I showed Antoine around the theater. Carynne appeared and met everyone and I trusted her to get everyone’s names and figure out who we ( Read more... )

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

A bunch of things I didn’t expect happened on the day of the video shoot. Among them, a phone call at eight in the morning from a PA making sure of how I was dressed (jeans, T-shirt, and a flannel shirt around my waist in case it got chilly, as usual) and telling me to bring a guitar.

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