Flashback: Rock This Town

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

(To get you all warmed up for new Daron posts again, we’ll start with a flashback story from Remo’s point of view, as promised many moons ago. At least, this section is Remo’s…)

I named my band Nomad because I imagined we would travel the highways and byways of the world–or at least the country. But for a while it became a bit of a standing joke–I mean, in five years we’d never played outside of two states. There were about a dozen bars in the area where we were a draw and we just went around that circuit, over and over.

Not that it was a bad life, you understand–we were all paying our bills for one thing, and we had a nice little following, one or two local cassette-only releases–not a bad life if you can live it making music. So I can’t say I wasn’t happy with it–I could have done that another ten years. But I had to believe we’d travel someday, I had to believe we’d attract some attention sooner or later.

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