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It Ain’t Over Til It’s Over
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... ) -
Here I Am (Come And Take Me)
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... ) -
To Be With You
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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Run to You
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... ) -
Tell Me When It’s Over
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... ) -
I Think I Love You Too Much
Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.
They yelled at each other for a while. Knock-down drag-out stuff. The details don’t matter, I guess, or I would think I’d remember it better. I curled myself up in a ball in the seat I was in and tried not to hear any of it. Maybe I partly succeeded and that’s why I don’t remember.
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Pandora’s Box
Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.
I could have probably titled these chronicles “Things I Know Now that I Didn’t Know Then.” Sure, most of what I’ve learned is things about myself-and relationships. But then there are the simple things like, oh, if you nearly pass out incoherent chances are you should’ve gone to the ER.
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Live and Let Die
Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.
When there’s something on my mind, I don’t think very well. I mean literally, it’s like there’s something in the way of the gears of my brain clicking the way they should. I think addiction is having something on your mind constantly, something that’s not actually beneficial to you at all ( Read more... ) -
Mother
Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.
I managed to finish the set without falling off the stage, having a heart attack, or passing out. I mostly tried to pretend no one was there in the pit, but I looked at them a couple of times. Claire was smiling and if I thought too much about it I was going to miss my cue, but I caught ( Read more... )
