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

We went into the studio. The feeling of calm that having him in my arms gave me–quieting the annoying part of my brain that cried like a lonely puppy whenever he wasn’t there–gave way to the unsettled feeling of walking across unknown terrain.

Except writing together was familiar enough ground, wasn’t it?

Not when I didn’t know what was going to become of the song, maybe. I wondered if I could put that out of my mind and just “get in the zone” despite that.

“Is this where you did it?” Ziggy said, poking around the studio curiously.

“Did what?”