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

The anxiety that hit when I got Ziggy’s page with his landing time was like a railroad spike to the throat.

In a weird way that was better than the railroad spike to the head I’d been experiencing, though. And it was weirdly better than the stake-through-the-heart feeling that Ziggy-angst ( Read more... )

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

They yelled at each other for a while. Knock-down drag-out stuff. The details don’t matter, I guess, or I would think I’d remember it better. I curled myself up in a ball in the seat I was in and tried not to hear any of it. Maybe I partly succeeded and that’s why I don’t remember.
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Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.

I could have probably titled these chronicles “Things I Know Now that I Didn’t Know Then.” Sure, most of what I’ve learned is things about myself-and relationships. But then there are the simple things like, oh, if you nearly pass out incoherent chances are you should’ve gone to the ER.

As ( Read more... )

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

I managed to finish the set without falling off the stage, having a heart attack, or passing out. I mostly tried to pretend no one was there in the pit, but I looked at them a couple of times. Claire was smiling and if I thought too much about it I was going to miss my cue, but I caught ( Read more... )

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

I felt foolish the next day for having had an emotional outburst like a five-year-old over essentially nothing but I felt good about the fact the only people who knew I’d flipped out like that were Carynne and Ziggy. And in hindsight I felt good about the fact that I had felt comfortable ( Read more... )

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

I didn’t find him before Remo and the Mazel brothers emerged from their conclave, all three of them grim-faced, but they weren’t fighting anymore. Visibly, anyway. We went through a short soundcheck. I then floated through the timeless void until the show because of Flexeril-or who knows, ( Read more... )

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

Finally had a chance to chat a bit with Matthew in that green room. About nothing consequential, you know. But it was good to have people in my life who I didn’t have to try to impress. Speaking of which, Jonathan was at that show, too, but later.

I felt like having told Remo that I wasn’ ( Read more... )

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

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I met the Nomad entourage at their lobby call the next day. The bus ride to the venue wasn’t far in distance but, you know, it’s ( Read more... )

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

I arrived in Massachusetts stubbornly clinging to the idea that I was going to be able to play the show that night even though in the very back of my mind-and probably in the front of the minds of everyone around me-there was a very real fear that my brain was going to explode.

I’ll be ( Read more... )

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

I had enough on my mind that I forgot to feel crappy about being in New Jersey. For one thing, the Byrne Arena wasn’t that different from a million other venues like it, so it was easy to forget where we were. For another, we saw a lot of the New York crowd, which seemed a positive thing- ( Read more... )