Have We Got Contact

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

It was another hurry-up-and-wait soundcheck which didn’t actually start until 3 and dragged on until 4 when they were having some kind of trouble with the synthesizer rig. Eventually MNB let us have the stage, and when we were done they went back to trying to figure out what was crossed up, Tread and two roadies making a load of noise. Then I went to find John to get some more details about the additional tour dates, but he was off wrangling with the caterers. By that time it was way past working hours on the East Coast but I figured I’d try to return some of those calls, anyway. In the cinderblock hallway behind the stage there was a pay phone and a stack of milkcrates piled at the approximate height of a chair. I stood leaning one arm on the wall. The first person I got was Artie’s assistant, Denise.

“Oh, Daron!” she said, like she knew me. “He’s been hoping you’d call. But he’s in a late meeting right now and I don’t know when he’ll be done.”

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