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

It was two o’clock when I went up to the studio, and from the look of the pile of gear inside the door Chris had been there and then left.

I set about setting up his Roland D-50 for myself on the off chance that I might have to play it. I was never a virtuoso at the keys but I could hold my own, especially with the right hand.

Getting the keyboard onto the stand with only one hand to grip with was awkward, but I managed to do it without damaging myself or the equipment. I ran through some scales. The phantom left hand twitched in my head, but I kept on. Now how did that chord progression go? I switched the timbre to a power chord sort of sound and sang a snippet of the song I’d been working on last night. Now I could build that transition from verse to chorus, and I sang a lead line over the backing, what I would have played if I’d had a guitar in my hands. I went back and tried it at the beginning, first verse, transition, second verse, chorus, third verse…

I heard a click then a bass note behind me–Bart picking up the line–and I stopped. I turned around and he was sitting on his practice amp with his Rickenbacker in his lap. “Did I startle you?” he said. “Try that again.”

“No.”

“C’mon, that sounded hot. I wanna try it.”

“No. I’m…” I felt like I was blushing again, second time this afternoon. “I’m not ready for anyone to hear that one yet.”

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