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

I walked into the hospitality suite looking for Flip when it turned out I had, in fact, managed to not bring the charger for my pager. There I didn’t find Flip but I did find Waldo, Martin, and Charlie the flugelhorn player. Charlie’s iron-gray hair was slicked back against his head into a ( Read more... )

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

That night there was something of a party at the hotel. Not an official industry type party, nothing that formal, although there were some industry people there. Like Jordan. And some friends. Like Matthew. I guess it was more of a mass hangout than a party, do you know what I mean?

I had ( Read more... )

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

The way big tours are arranged you very rarely play three nights in a row. To hear Waldo gripe about it, it’s logistically difficult, it’s hard on everyone including crew and performers, a bitch to schedule, etc. But sometimes three places are close enough together to make it work or it’s ( Read more... )

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

I caught Jonathan by the rest room in the Denny’s before we got back in the bus. “So, how long are you along for the ride?”

He gave a regretful shrug. “I have to catch a plane from Charlotte back.”

“So you’ll see the Durham show?”

“Yeah. And then I’ll get out of your hair.”
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Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.

Cain came into the lounge and sat down in a miserable slump. “I hate to ask you guys this, but… But I don’t know what else to do.”

“Ask us what,” Ziggy demanded.

“Can I ride with you guys? I’m just… I…” He shut his eyes and let his head fall back. “I don’t feel safe.”
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Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.

The show was at a place called the Seattle Center Arena.

I had no idea what to expect with a name like that, but I knew from one of the many lists of Carynne’s I’d seen that it seated eight thousand. Inside it was kind of a miniature Madison Square Garden. Once upon a time it had been an ( Read more... )

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

(If you missed the poll to vote on the band logo or whether we should dump Paypal, please go vote here: http://daron.ceciliatan.com/archives/1364)

The good part about having gotten no sleep the night before flying across the whole country is that I slept on the plane. And I mean from the ( Read more... )

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

Cecilia here, with a bunch of things to chat with you all about today, including:
-Paypal
-T-shirts/band logo
-glow-in-the-dark-vinyl records! (not for us, just cool)
and some polls…

T-SHIRTS
So as you know the band is about to hit the road for a tour. I need a show of hands… who wants a ( Read more... )

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The promoter’s guy, it turned out, had friends who ran a Moroccan restaurant and they often took bands there after a show for a little decadence and graft. Unlike some towns, Frisco had several competing promoters and they wanted to curry some favor. Pun intended. We went along with free ( Read more... )

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

We had voted to drive straight through. (Nobody else had liked Texas much either, apparently.) We could always pull off at a motel in the night, we figured, if no one was up to driving. Carynne had mapped us a route that clipped through a corner of New Mexico, 969 miles to be exact from ( Read more... )