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

(Thanks to generous donations last week from readers to our Paypal account, here is a Saturday post! Enjoy! -ctan)
On the bus to the venue, Flip sat down with me to strategize pharmaceuticals management. We decided on a Flexeril 30 minutes before soundcheck, another one 30 minutes before ( Read more... )

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

Ziggy and I slept in the same bunk. Good thing we’re small.

We didn’t conk out right away. We lay there, spooned, our heads on the same pillow, talking quietly for a little while.

“I guess I really can’t get out of going to your family Christmas this year,” Ziggy said with a low chuckle.
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Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.

We got into a cab in front of the hotel in St. Louis. The weather was a hot drizzle, with the temperature around ninety and the air like soup. The cab driver was a black guy who definitely didn’t seem to think he had anyone but maybe a couple of college kids in his cab. Ziggy was still in ( Read more... )

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

I woke up at five in the morning having a dream about Jordan. It was a super realistic dream where we were working on a project together and somehow we needed a piece of equipment they didn’t have in the studio and we were going to various lengths to try to get it, which included driving ( Read more... )

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

Shit. Why did I ask him to come to St. Louis?

It sure as hell wasn’t so he could watch me drop a guitar pick and almost crack a kneecap I went down so fast with a spasm in my hand so bad it felt worse than the fucking knife had.
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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.

I finally talked to Ziggy for a good stretch on the phone around lunchtime in St. Louis. It had been like seven in the morning when we’d pulled in, Flip made sure I was tucked in and passed out before he went to bed himself, but he’d apparently slept through all the drama on the bus the ( Read more... )

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

I saw Court briefly that night when she came over to see if I needed my laundry done. No, I’m not kidding. (The only reason I didn’t is that Ziggy sent his out to be done and had a bunch of mine done at the same time.) Okay and maybe she wanted to hang out before I left again. All three of ( Read more... )

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

(Reminder! Join Daron tonight from 7-8pm in the DGC chat room to celebrate the 7th anniversary of Daron’s Guitar Chronicles! And then ctan will video chat from 8-9pm on YouTube Live: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bPUQFyNEBCg)
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Ziggy headed back to the city (by which I mean “the” city, i. ( Read more... )

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

After our soundcheck was done I handed my guitar to Flip and slipped over the front of the stage. I climbed up the steps of an aisle between seats-shallow but numerous so it took a while. Ziggy didn’t look up. I reached the back row and then walked along behind it.

I had almost reached him ( Read more... )