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

Our last night at Budokan I got around to asking our translator about the magazine thing. He was a kind of skinny, nervous guy with glasses, who I would have described as nerdy in America, but in Japan I think was normal. His nickname was Rocky. I did ask for his Japanese name and he assured me I should call him Rocky. He said he would ask around about the magazines and would get me some as a souvenir if he could find them.

While talking to Waldo after soundcheck that day I found out there were three Australian dates at the end of the tour. He was futzing around with the daybook and I asked him, “Hey, Wald’, did you book me a flight back to L.A. at the end or to Boston?”

He looked up with that long-suffering look of his. “L.A. You want to go somewhere from there, you’re on your own. Besides, flying all the way from Sydney to Boston would be a bitch and a half.”