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

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Jordan Travers dropped by the next day while Ziggy was there and hung around for about an hour. He’d freshly shorn down his hair and was looking sharp overall. We hobnobbed.

Three important things were conveyed in the course of the ( Read more... )

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

(Happy New Year, everyone! If you missed the 2015 “DGC Annual Report” hop back to last Wednesday to read it. We’re up to $35.75 a week now via Patreon! Almost halfway to the first goal! Cool!! And thank you all so much for your support!! -ctan)

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I never understood the expression “it ( Read more... )

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I had always attributed the buzz in a room when Ziggy and I walked into a place to the fact that Ziggy is like that. He draws every eye to him like a beacon. I didn’t have to be there for that to happen.

But maybe it was the fact that this was supposed to be my thing, or maybe it was all ( Read more... )

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Then there was the day Jordan and I had a fight.

That day we had moved from the regular studio where we had been working over to Electric Lady, which if you don’t know it is pretty awesome. The Jimi Hendrix connection isn’t just the name: he actually founded the place shortly before he ( Read more... )

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Christian came home a little while later, in jeans and workboots that were obviously covered in plaster dust. I was sitting in the living room at the time, reading through a stack of ( Read more... )

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When your lawyer calls on the Saturday of a holiday weekend, it’s rarely a good thing.

I took the call sitting on the overstuffed leather couch in Remo’s living room with the cordless phone tucked on my shoulder.

Carynne and Feinbaum were on the line together. I wasn’t sure if they were ( Read more... )

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Daron here. Kind of quick liner note today. ctan’s too busy to do her part, so I’ve just got some various things to share with you.

NEW CHAT ROOM!
First, check it out. We installed a chat room here on the website. It’s at http://daron.ceciliatan.com/chat-room, and we’ll be hosting a live ( Read more... )

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When I got home there was a message from Carynne saying she was on her way to my house to bring Chris up to speed and hang out a little. “I usually like you to be the first to know things, but after you didn’t call back, I called Bart and talked to him. Call me at your place, though, and ( Read more... )

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Then there was the day Sarah Rogue called me up in tears.

Good thing I was home and not at a session. I had actually turned out to be pretty busy and some of the gigs were actually fun. But that day I was home. “Hey, hey, are you okay?”

“I’m totally totally totally fucked,” she said, ( Read more... )

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

The secretaries were not as fawny as the last time I had been here, but then that time had been preceded by a lot of hype and there was the little matter of the unveiling of the gold record. Or maybe it was just that Ziggy wasn’t here this time.

Some junior publicist sat me in a ( Read more... )