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

I arrived in Massachusetts stubbornly clinging to the idea that I was going to be able to play the show that night even though in the very back of my mind–and probably in the front of the minds of everyone around me–there was a very real fear that my brain was going to explode.

I’ll be honest. I put my earplugs in before soundcheck and the pressure was uncomfortable in a way that was unusual.

Soundcheck, however went off without a hitch. Well, if you don’t count me still having to clutch a pick with the hand in a cast as a hitch. I was not dizzy and I didn’t have stabbing pains in my skull.