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

Carynne was on the house phone in the kitchen. “Why aren’t you answering your line?” she asked.

“Turned it off to work on a song,” I said, sitting in a cracked vinyl chair. “What’s up? Why don’t you come over? The gang’s all here.”

“Daron, it’s almost midnight.”

“Does that matter? I mean ( Read more... )

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

PART SEVEN: Summer 1989

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When we got home I slept for a week.

I’m not exaggerating… much. The last show was in Seattle and we were on a red eye back to Boston, so it was around 8:30 in the morning after being up all night when I actually dragged myself into bed. I didn’t even take ( Read more... )