Tell Me When Did Things Go So Wrong

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

(Sorry for the late post! I tried to do it last night from the train to NYC but the wifi wouldn’t work. I arrived in the city at 3am, and when I got to where I’m crashing I fell asleep before I got it live. Then this morning we had to rush out to Brooklyn for the timed entry to the David Bowie exhibit which ends this weekend. I’m so glad I went. Lots to think about–I’m still processing it. And then straight to see part one of the Harry Potter play. So this is my first chance with real wifi to post it! Much love to all and apologies I’m as flakey as Daron when it comes to remembering the days of the week. -ctan)

Ziggy and I moved into the motel when we got back. I had been expecting a Motel 6 on the highway or something, but it was actually a mom and pop place on a county road not far from a tiny vestige of a downtown. From our room’s window you could see the outline of a couple of buildings still standing around the former train station like Stonehenge or something.

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