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

We each did a pretty good job of avoiding the other after that.

At one point all of us were sitting around sharing beer and stronger substances with the openings bands (you guessed it, like everyone else we’d met in New Orleans, they were ultra-friendly) and having a wide-ranging group ( Read more... )

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

I woke up to an ache, not a headache, my thumb. I moved it and the ache oscillated but did not go away. I wondered if I’d whacked it yesterday and didn’t notice. I felt it with the other hand. Yep, there were bones underneath my skin and beyond that I couldn’t tell. I opened my eyes. The ( Read more... )

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

In the men’s room I splashed my face and stood with my hands leaning on the sink, watching the water go down the drain. The numbness had changed to a tingling, and some of my old nausea came back, my mouth and eyes watering a little. I can’t believe he said that, were the words in my mind ( Read more... )

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

The opening band was called the Rebellious Doodads or something and I was reminded of a lot of the Providence bands we used to see-sloppy in a fun sort of way, earnestly jokey. We gave them high fives and that kind of thing and then took our turn.

I’ve talked about video filming before, ( Read more... )

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

Ninety percent of the time spent on any tour is preparations. One moment you’re on stage, the next moment you’re off and already preparing for the next one, whether preparing to travel there or thinking about laundry or making sure to buy more strings.

The good thing about it is one can ( Read more... )

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

There’s not much to tell about the next day. We had some tech glitches with the live rig, but between Kevin and Colin and me and Christian and the guys from the venue they were eventually worked out. Soundcheck was a non-event, as if we were all working so hard not to be nervous about our ( Read more... )

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

In the morning I woke up to find him asleep in the other bed in his room. I guess I’d conked out in the wet spot. The connecting doors were still open and I wandered back into my room to get my toothbrush and such from my bag. Here were two unmade beds. I went through the same charade I’d ( Read more... )

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

(Thanks to reader donations topping the threshold this week, here’s a third story post for the week!)

We all went gawking at the usual things, the stars in the sidewalk and landmarks and what have you, and a photographer from the record company came along with the assistant road manager ( Read more... )

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

A van was waiting for us at LAX along with two guys to collect our luggage. With some reluctance I handed over the Ovation’s case. The majority of our gear had been shipped already, including the Strat and my newer electric, an Ibanez, but this one I didn’t trust to anyone, yet. Funny how ( Read more... )

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

Fast forward like another half a year and damn if Watt didn’t come through, on both the tour and Candlelight. For several months we were just completely focused on fame-related logistics, rehearsal, and such. I was still working at Tower. With four of us, and the house to rehearse in, we ( Read more... )