Hearts and Bones

My fingers filled up the silence between us with a wistful drizzle of notes.

“What’s that you’re playing?” he asked,

“Nothing yet,” I said. Continue Reading »

Liner Notes: October 2014

Whoops, I missed September’s liner note entirely. It’s been kinda busy. I do have some site news to catch you all up on, though, regarding Daron’s Guitar Chronicles and related stuff:

1) Livejournal mirror works again. — Turns out the WP to Twitter plugin I installed when I upgraded WP somehow broke the LJ plugin, but I’ve nuked it now. Those of you who read on LJ or Dreamwidth at work because DGC itself is blocked, rejoice! Sorry about the interruption.

2) Wattpad re-read barreling along! — Thanks to ChrisK. who has been helping me keep a new chapter hitting Wattpad every day, including Saturdays and Sundays. That means every day you guys can “star” a new chapter over there (Wattpad’s version of “like” “upvote” “favorite”) and help us find new readers. If we keep it up, we have a good chance for DGC to become a Wattpad “Featured Story”! (And please comment? Comments count for a lot.) Continue Reading »

What I Am

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?” Continue Reading »

I Found That Essence Rare

Ziggy was silent for almost the entire drive. I could feel he was holding back saying something, but I couldn’t guess what. Maybe what he was going to say was going to depend on what I said first.

But I didn’t want to be first. So instead, inside my head, I made guesses about what Ziggy might be feeling. That was an effective way to forget about what I was feeling. Was he afraid to say something because I seemed angry? I had flashes of my own child/teenage self pretending to be invisible in the passenger seat while Digger drove. Or was he sharpening his knives, waiting for the right moment to cut me up? The possibility that maybe he was simply tired also flickered by. Or maybe he was horny and waiting to find out whether he could maneuver me into bed.

You just kissed him breathless, I reminded myself. He’s probably not thinking it’s going to be difficult to get you to do more if he wants it.
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Don’t Go Away Mad (Just Go Away)

It took Digger a second to recognize me, and then he said what I was thinking, “What the hell are you doing here?”

“I heard the ribs here are good,” I deadpan improvised. I’m pretty sure he not only hadn’t expected to see me at this party, he hadn’t expected to see me on this coast. I don’t know why I didn’t expect to see him since I knew he was Galani Gilliman’s agent. I wasn’t thinking, I guess.

Or maybe I expected either Ziggy or Tony would have warned me. Whatever. I was staring at the motherfucker now.

Is it weird to use the term motherfucker for one’s actual father? Whatever. Continue Reading »

L.A. Woman

I looked up on the map where the place was that I was supposed to meet Zig. Then I paged Antonio.

He called back quickly and I grilled him. “Okay, so where are you and what should I be wearing when I show up?”

“It’s a kind of publicity stunt party for Gallani Gilliman,” Tony said. “Supposedly her birthday but it’s more like an excuse to get a lot of supermodels together in one place with their sullen, punk-ass boyfriends.”

I wondered what brought on that comment. “You don’t sound too thrilled…”

“I’m fine.” Continue Reading »

The Way You Do The Things You Do

So I did what I did best for the next couple of days, which was avoid thinking about it. And compose and play a lot on the soundtrack thing. I’d pretty much been on the cusp of a bunch of stuff falling into place anyway, and one night (morning? afternoon?) I was reading my email and came across a long screed on the electronic music list I was on with detailed instructions on how to program the DX7 to make certain timbres and the next thing you know I had programmed a bunch of sounds that worked with what I was playing…

I think I might have been at it for 20 hours straight. I’m not sure. Continue Reading »

The Only One I Know

I found it somewhat mortifying to learn that the entire time we’d been fucking, and arguing, and fucking again, Antonio was waiting around a couple of miles away.

Ziggy paged him, but I answered when the kitchen phone rang.

“Yellow. Tony, that you?”

“It is. You rang? Or was that Zig?”

“Zig.” Ziggy was gesturing impatiently for the phone. I held the cradle with both hands to my head so he couldn’t pry it away.

“Are you kicking him out, then?” Tony asked. “Or are you keeping him for a while?”

“I don’t know. Hang on.” Continue Reading »

Can’t Be Sure

We put some clothes on and sat side by side on Remo’s white leather sectional, drinking the juice. I’d added ice cubes now to freshen it up. Ziggy looked around.

“So this is your home away from home,” he said.

“I guess…? There’s a recording studio on the other side of the swimming pool.” Continue Reading »

King of Wishful Thinking

(Thanks to the generous donations of readers this week, here is a Saturday story post! -ctan)

It’s not like I didn’t know we had issues. Me and Ziggy had massive issues. It’s not like we were using sex to cover them over or ignore them. But I think if we were in unspoken agreement on one thing, it was that whatever it was that attracted us to each other–chemical, magical, or inexplicable–sex itself wasn’t the problem.

Could it be part of the solution? Maybe it needed to be. Continue Reading »