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.( Read the rest of this entry » )