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Bring Me Some Water

The next day was a gray wash from the moment I crawled into the shower onward. I stood there with the water running down around the my ears and swore myself to celibacy. It seemed the only sensible option, the only possible way to avoid the self-loathing, the anxiety, the worst of the loneliness. I [...]

Posted 08 February 2010 † daron § Daron's Guitar Chronicles ‡ Comments (2) ° Also tagged: ,

Sweet Hitch-hiker

I picked up our pay in cash from the club owner. Seventy five bucks. Michelle helped us load our stuff into Bart’s car. “Good thing you guys don’t have a drummer,” she said, looking at the packed back seat. “How are we going to unpack when we get home?”
“What do you mean?” Bart said. “We’ll [...]

Posted 01 February 2010 † daron § Daron's Guitar Chronicles ‡ Comments (0) ° Also tagged: ,

Welcome to the Machine

It was a long, dull winter in Boston. Bart and Michelle moved into a nice one bedroom in Allston, right on the T line, while I got myself a cheap studio sublet in the Fenway from a Berklee student who was abroad until September. Michelle worked at Tower and got me a job there as [...]

Posted 20 January 2010 † daron § Daron's Guitar Chronicles ‡ Comments (0) ° Also tagged: , , ,