Over The Hills and Far Away

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

As promised, power had been restored at the theater and we did our sound check and hung around with Stumblefish, eating catered cold cuts and drinking a kind of canned soda called Blue Sky. Carynne called around six frantic and trying to figure out what we were doing in Boulder still. I told her, and she told me she had decided to fly out to San Francisco to meet back up with us after all. She had a friend at the University of Washington she wanted to visit in Seattle, too.

There’s not much more to tell about waiting around. Ziggy was keeping his distance again after I’d brushed him off.

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