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 when his head jerked up and he reflexively closed his notebook at the same time. “Oh, hi.”( Read the rest of this entry » )