Same Ol’ Situation

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

[TW: Racism.]
I’ve been here before. I had that thought repeatedly at Lakewood Amphitheater. The loading dock was familiar. The men’s room was familiar. A particular part of concrete hallway was familiar.

Over there was where Jonathan kissed me. And there was the spot where Courtney tore Dave a new one. But most of all I was haunted by the image of a bandaged, fragile Ziggy here, there, and everywhere. We’d almost cancelled this show, I remembered.

I remembered having to put antibiotic drops in my eye and being unable to take a proper shower because of the need to keep the bandages dry.

Jeezus, let’s hope we never have to go through something like that again.

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