Flashback: Here Comes Your Man

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

(And back to Remo again…)

So I was sitting there at the piano, banging away on the song. Eventually I got too hungry to write anymore, and I realized what time it was.

Time to find out I didn’t have anything decent in the fridge and didn’t have time to go out and get something before going down to The Top to load in. We headlined every third Tuesday, there, which meant we didn’t go on until eleven o’clock or so, but there was sound check and set up to worry about. I wasn’t as picky then about it as I am now, but it was still important. Alex had most of my gear in his van, and he was honking in the driveway about the time I was scarfing down a package of Stella D’Oro cookies.

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