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

“This is the biggest music venue in the United States,” Louis told me while I was waiting around for soundcheck.

“Bigger than a football stadium?” I was sitting on the edge of the stage and he was walking around to keep his knee from stiffening up. The place was a shed: a covered stage with an area of amphitheater seating and a huge general admission lawn beyond that.

“Stadiums aren’t music venues,” he said. “Capacity here is like thirty-seven, thirty-eight.”

“And we’re doing two nights in a row here?”

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ceciliatan: (darons guitar)
( Oct. 27th, 2016 09:00 am)

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

I got through the show that night without too much trouble, but as I might have mentioned, doing three nights in a row can really be rough on the body and the band. At least all three of these were in the same venue so it wasn’t quite as tough as having to do the whole haul three nights in a row, but when I woke up Sunday at the crack of noon I was feeling worn out and tired.

Ziggy was there in bed with me, though, and I guess I had let my guard down or something because I was also horny as hell.

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ceciliatan: (darons guitar)
( Aug. 30th, 2016 09:00 am)

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

I saw stars. They looked like glowing worms burning twisty patterns in the stucco ceiling. When was the last time I came that hard? Fuck.

The sound of Jam gagging jolted me awake more effectively than the orgasm itself. I was also pulling his hair kind of hard and I don’t think it was to pull him off me, if you know what I mean. He somehow soldiered through the moment of choking and successfully swallowed. I let go of him and he let go of me at the same time. His head popped up with a grin and he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand.

I blinked because the part of my brain that controlled talking wasn’t online yet.

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

I called Ziggy when I got upstairs. I got his machine. I left the number of the hotel and my room number. Then I opened the minibar wondering if there was any Gatorade in there.

There wasn’t, but there was Coke. And Jack. Which meant there was Jack and Coke.

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

First of three submissions for the February Fanworks Challenge, with the theme of threesomes or moresomes. Enjoy!

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Barrett was speaking. “OK, you get tomorrow off to take care of personal stuff. Get your partying done tonight, because tomorrow night you’re going to bed early. We leave the next morning for South America.”

We all looked at each other. Chris said, “Party!” We all yelled back, “Tonight!” I guess that settled it. Ziggy, Daron, Flip and I went out for dinner. We met the others back at the hotel and immediately got into an argument about what to do.

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ceciliatan: (darons guitar)
( Oct. 20th, 2015 09:00 am)

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

My California geography sucks, mostly because I get a lot of the names which are very similar mixed up, but also because some of the dense parts take a long time to cross and some of the empty parts take very little time to cross. Therefore how far apart things are is skewed in my head.

As it turned out, the amphitheater where we were playing the next night was only an hour, hour and a half from the venue in San Diego. In fact, it was in Orange County, not far from Long Beach, which meant it was not far from Los Angeles proper. So the bus trip was fairly short and they put us into hotel beds for the night. Which was nice, although Remo didn’t stay with us. He kept on going up to his place in Laurel Canyon.

I caught up with Flip and Martin on the bus ride and then we crashed right away on getting to the hotel. I was not only still feeling sleep deprived, I think all the stuff with Ziggy had left me really emotionally drained. I mean, I felt good about everything but at the same time I had used up a lot of my usual capacity for dealing with that kind of thing, I guess.

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“Your new manager is pretty great, you know that?” Courtney said to Ziggy. “The man first of all is a walking Rolodex, and second of all, not an apparent slimewad.”

“I’ve liked him so far,” Ziggy said with a small shrug.

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ceciliatan: (darons guitar)
( Jun. 9th, 2015 10:00 am)

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

I’m not sure if Martin and Flip took it on themselves or if they were assigned to talk me down. When we got to the hotel in Indianapolis at four in the morning I was off the bus like a shot, but I didn’t make it to the elevator before they caught up with me.

“Dude, did you have dinner?” Flip was asking.

“For fuck’s sake, Flip, I…” Fuck. “I had some yogurt,” I said weakly.

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ceciliatan: (darons guitar)
( May. 5th, 2015 10:00 am)

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

We blew the doors off the Worcester Centrum. I really think that pushing everyone to do “Baker Street” had heightened the whole band’s cohesion. Or maybe it was just that after a day off everyone was fresh and well-rested. Whatever it was, we were on fire.

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ceciliatan: (darons guitar)
( Apr. 30th, 2015 10:00 am)

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

We arrived in Worcester, Massachusetts, in the wee hours of the morning after the gig in Syracuse, at a hotel where the night clerk was very unprepared for the entire entourage to descend. As such it took an hour or two to get the rooms sorted out. A couple of members of the crew fell asleep in the lobby. All I can say is if you don’t want scruffy-looking, disreputable rock and rollers passed out in your lobby, have their rooms ready.

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ceciliatan: (darons guitar)
( Feb. 19th, 2015 10:00 am)

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

I shipped my clothes and two guitars ahead and carried two with me to Los Angeles. I couldn’t sleep the night before I left. It wasn’t really like there was any particular thing keeping me awake, either. I just had general jitters.

When I got tired of lying in bed I went down to the kitchen and made some warm milk–it was soy milk but I hoped it would work anyway–and paged through the latest issue of SPIN without really absorbing much of it. Glenn Danzig was on the cover and I realized I only had the vaguest idea what his music sounded like, but from the look of him and his band I could guess. There was a bit talking about a band called Soup Dragons. Based on their name and their look I really couldn’t guess what they sounded like, which was why they were “alternative.” Right?

About three in the morning Colin came downstairs. “Insomnia?” he asked, leaning his long, lean body in the kitchen door frame.

“Yeah.” I looked into my mug of now-cold soy milk.

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ceciliatan: (darons guitar)
( Feb. 6th, 2014 10:00 am)

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

When I got back to the party, the jam session had broken up, the Ovation was in its case. I could tell from the way everything was arranged that Flip had been the one to put it away. Once a guitar tech, always a guitar tech.

I went to find him to say thanks. He was expounding about posture to Martin, who was nodding like he’d heard this one before.

“Hey,” Flip said to me. “I picked up my messages from home. I’ve got two questions for you.”

“Only two?”

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ceciliatan: (darons guitar)
( Jan. 9th, 2014 10:00 am)

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

We took the train to Nagoya–not the subway train, the fancy, high speed train. The equipment had all gone ahead of us already days before, so we didn’t have that much to carry. By car it would have been four or five hours–the same distance as going Boston to New York.

By “bullet” train it was 100 minutes. Whoosh.

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ceciliatan: (darons guitar)
( Dec. 26th, 2013 10:00 am)

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

The next night the stakes went up. It was the first of three nights in a row at Budokan.

You might as well have told me we were playing the White House, Buckingham Palace, and god’s own amphitheater all at once so far as the mythic-and-important factor went. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, you probably never heard the Cheap Trick album “Cheap Trick at Budokan,” which was one of the best selling albums of the 1970s, or any number of other major live shows that were recorded there. The phrase “live at Budokan” entered the rock and roll vocabulary in the seventies and never left. Even Bob Dylan did a “Live at Budokan” record.

No pressure.

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