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.

Ziggy and I went home and fell easily into bed. The only time in my life I’d had this much sex with this little effort or argument about it for this long was while I’d lived in Spain. Well, maybe right at the beginning with Jonathan, too, but as we all know, the easy part didn’t last.
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Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.

(So close to revealing the cover designs for the new omnibus! We’re now at $2,441 in the the Kickstarter and when we get to $2,500 I’ll post them! Have you been meaning to back it? Clicky Here… -ctan)

Ziggy waited until we got home from Limelight that night to say “I told you so,” and then ( Read more... )

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

I don’t smoke and I never liked cigarettes. I think one reason I was never tempted to smoke despite my desperate teenage attempts to fit in was that I associated smoking with my parents being stresspuppies. They chain-smoked while they fought.

I form associations easily, though, and the ( Read more... )

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

I crashed hard. I slept something like twelve hours, maybe a little more. I’m really not sure. When I woke up and was really awake, though, Ziggy was in the shower.

I got in with him and we washed each other because that felt familiar and grounding. He was right: I felt like I’d been to ( Read more... )

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

Ziggy and I rendezvoused that Sunday, our “day off,” at the same hotel in the middle of nowhere as earlier in the week.

When I got to the room I realized it was a different one. I said something witty and observant like: “Hey, this is a different room.”

“Course it is,” he said, stripping ( Read more... )

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

We left the club in a stretch limo, Tony driving, and headed up the West Side Highway. No, maybe it was the east side. I don’t know. I was too busy kissing Ziggy.

I know. Sarah was sitting there, looking smug and watching. But I had reached some limit on my patience or my sanity or ( Read more... )

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

(Thanks to everyone who donated this week! Here’s a Saturday post for topping the $50 threshold!)

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Carynne worked her persuasive magic and Ziggy’s shrink, a sharp-eyed woman named Dr. Elizabeth Franks, arrived around the time I woke up. Everyone was in a holding pattern while she and ( Read more... )

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

(Poll update! If you haven’t voted on which character I should write the next bonus story about, check out the poll back in Liner Note #24. Meanwhile, Colin only needs $25 more in donations in his name to guarantee a story about him, even if Ziggy beats him in the popular vote…)

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

During the show, Chris broke a drum head. I didn’t often look back for long periods of time, but it took me a moment to figure out what was going on.

Louis adjusted the lights, I think, so that Trackie could work on replacing the broken head without Klieg flashes going off in his eyes. I ( Read more... )