Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.
There’s a point in some mornings, or whenever I wake up, at which I’m conscious, but haven’t yet remembered what all I have to worry about. I lie there, content with myself, until I realize there’s something I’m supposed to be doing, or something I wish I had done.
The moment before stepping on the stage is sometimes like that. Not the long minutes standing in the wings, just the one moment on the threshold between waiting for it and actually doing it.
Many times I’ve tried to write a song about that moment, that feeling, but they never quite come out right.