Category Archives: Daron’s Guitar Chronicles

Can You Stop the Rain

It’s hard to describe the thing that happens where I’m both very cool-headed and out of my mind when I perform. Two different parts of my brain are at work, I guess. On the one hand there’s a part that’s sitting back and analyzing everything. And then there’s the side that is leaping in and […]

My Body Says Yes

Show day. Every time I turned around, Rogelio, Marvelle, Brad, and Chris were doing the samba march drum thing. The thing about a drum cadence is you can do it endlessly. It’s not like a song that has a beginning and an end–it just goes around and around. So they’d do it until someone told […]

Up All Night

(Saturday post! Yeahhhh!) In the end Colin stayed with me that night, and Flip went in search of amusement, and I fell asleep with Colin rubbing my hand at like, eight p.m. When I woke up a few hours had gone by and I was disoriented at first because I wasn’t used to having slept […]

Love Is Like Oxygen

What a difference some oxygen makes. I woke up on our second day in Chile feeling like I’d fallen down a flight of small flight of stairs, which was an improvement to waking up feeling like I’d been run over in the middle of the night by a cement truck. I was hungry, which was […]

Something Good

Our next stop was Santiago, Chile. Santiago is another mountainous capital city but at a mere three thousand or so feet, people stopped worrying that Stella and I were going to black out at any moment. Well, they stopped worrying about Stella anyway.

Yer So Bad

We took a private car back to the hotel and avoided the throng of fans outside by going through the laundry loading entrance. I could hear them singing “Into the Night” as we came out by the elevators. Ziggy and Barrett had to pause at the back of the lobby to grease the hotel manager’s […]

A Face in the Crowd

No one had to go to the hospital this show. I considered that a win. A couple of people took hits off the oxygen tanks at various points. I could almost hear the wheels in Carynne’s mind turning as she added that to her mental contract rider for future shows above 3,000 feet of elevation […]

Blood Makes Noise

Second show in Bogota, third show of the tour, seventh day on the road. I told myself hey, that’s another whole week since the accident. That must mean you’re healing. Right? Truth was I couldn’t really tell if anything had changed physically in the course of that week, and the possibility that I was making […]

Ooops Up

We weren’t halfway across the lobby when Carynne stopped me. “You’re white as a sheet.” I took Ziggy’s hand with the one of mine that was working, to keep him by my side. “I’m fine.” My cramped-up hand looked like a tyrannosaurus’s arm, though. They didn’t believe my bullshit for one second. “Let’s get upstairs,” […]

Love is a Battlefield

Barrett wasn’t kidding about the armed escort, though they didn’t come to the restaurant. We met up with them somewhere in town and transferred from the cars into one vehicle. All six of us were put into a van with one guy with a machine gun in the van with us, one in the passenger […]