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

There’s a moment in one of Shakespeare’s plays-maybe more than one, they blend together in my head-where a guy gets stabbed and then he has to comment on the fact that he’s just taken a knife to the gut and what it feels like. I don’t actually remember what he says, but it was one of ( Read more... )

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

Digger came back into town the next day. When I walked into the lobby of the Copley Square hotel, he was already sitting there with a bunch of papers spread out on a low table. I wasn’t sure, but I thought he was wearing the same thing he had been the day he’d come to the door at the ( Read more... )