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 night before so he got up in the morning and was not there when I woke up.
I ordered room service and caught Ziggy at home.( Read the rest of this entry » )