714. Be My Number Two

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The next morning I felt the effects of having hardly slept two nights earlier. I felt like I could barely roll over as Ziggy answered the phone. Through the haze I gathered he was talking to Carynne about today’s plan.

After he hung up, Ziggy said nothing, just kissed me on the cheek before he folded the blanket over me and went into the bathroom. I understood it as you sleep a little longer while I take the first shower.

When he woke me up the next time it was with a damp kiss in my ear and water dripping off the ends of his hair. I crawled to the edge of the bed shaking my head.

A shower woke me up somewhat, though, and we finally said the first word to each other after we were dressed. Mine was “Morning.”

His was, “Yeah.” I think we had identical still-sleepy half-smiles on our faces. Then, “Marvelle’s going first.”

“What time?”

He looked at the clock on the microwave. “Forty-five minutes.”

“We better get going, then.”

“Tony’s on the way. I had him pick up bagels.”

He must have talked to him while I was passed out the second time.

As it was, Tony had picked up enough bagels for a small army, so when we got there we set out a spread. I made some very strong coffee and tried to think of exactly what I was going to try to have our prospective drummers do today.

I realized I could ask for suggestions. Chris had just taken a bite that got whipped cream cheese on his nose. Perfect time to ask. “What should we have them do?”

He had to swallow before he could answer. “Teach each of them a track from the set?”

“The same song or different ones?”

He thought about it. “Teach Bradley ‘After the Storm’ and teach Marvelle ‘Do It.”

In other words, reverse which songs each of them had worked on the day before. “Yeah, okay.”

I hid upstairs with the Strat for a little while, with headphones on so only I could hear what I was playing, reminding myself of some of the changes, and giving myself some time inside my own head. I felt a little bad about not helping to set up the drums but then again that wasn’t my job.

When I emerged Marvelle was jogging lightly in place to warm up. He was wearing a tank top and I found my eye drawn to his tattoos. His skin was pretty dark which made them hard to make out, but the design was something elaborate, covering his deltoids like black lace.

We warmed up the band with another round of 12-bar blues. Everyone was playing pretty laid back, and I didn’t know if that was because we were all tired, or Marvelle thought he had the gig in the bag so he relaxed a little, too. Whatever. We were a little sloppy, but the jam had a nice feel.

“Feel.” I should explain “feel,” except the thing about feel is that it can’t totally be explained. Common wisdom says you can’t teach “feel.” It’s not the same thing as “rhythm” and it’s also not the same thing as “expressiveness.” Maybe it’s where those two things overlap.

Then I went into a spiel about “Do It” that went something like this: “So, this is a song that only exists as dance remixes. There is no canonical version of it that is the ‘single’ that all other versions are a remix of. So we have a lot of license to mess around with it. It’s also probably going to be a dance number, so whatever we do, we’ll have to nail it down and not change it. Right now, though, there’s nothing nailed down, so we’re experimenting with what’s going to work.”

“A’ight.” Marvelle punctuated his agreement with a drum fill.

We built the song up section by section, first chorus might go like this, bridge might go like that, verses might go like this, finale might go like that. There wasn’t much of a verse to speak of, but there was a little. Two short ones.

Ziggy’s eyelashes looked very long and thick to me as he watched us work, not saying anything, not looking at me directly.

I got a really good idea for a bridge I could do with the Ovation and discarded it because that was not the right direction to take this. I knew it. Not for this show, not for this incarnation. But it would mean recreating one of the synth lines with finger picking and just no, not now, not this time. It just wouldn’t have been right and I knew it.

It hurt though, physically, like a cramp in my diaphragm, to set the idea aside.

Marvelle was rock steady—so steady it was almost boring. But that was good, right? Dance track done with a drum machine, perfect. Right?

“What do you think about jazzing it up?” I asked him.

“I’d love to,” he said.

“By which I don’t mean actual jazz but, you know, fancying it up.”

“Sure. You want a little island feel, maybe?”

I shrugged. “Maybe? Just curious what else we can do with it.”

So we did a kind of island-y pseudo-reggae rendition but I could see Ziggy giving that the side-eye. I tried to reassure him with a look that it was just an experiment for the sake of testing out Marvelle’s chops. I broke it off halfway through. “Okay, yeah, enough of that. Worth a try, though.”

“What do you want, chief?” Marvelle asked.

“We call him ‘boss,’” Bart said.

“I’ve been trying to get them to stop calling me that for years,” I said, trying to figure out if when Marvelle had said “chief” if there was a little sarcasm in it, or condescension, like you’d say when driving a child home from school, “where to, chief?” Or if it was my imagination. The thing is he got a skeptical look on his face when I said “for years”–as if I couldn’t be old enough or something.

I decided I was being hypersensitive, looking for excuses. “And I don’t know what I’m looking for. Trying to find something that gives this song something.” I shook my head slowly.

“I know what you want,” Bart said. “Let’s do it from the bridge. Just straight up like before.”


Bart, as usual, was right. It wasn’t the drums that needed to be snazzed up, it was the other half of the rhythm section, and as he applied much more of a walking bassline, Marvelle found a couple of places to add a little cymbal fill, too. Ziggy was nodding his head in time with the rhythm.

When we got to the end of that run-through, I unslung the Strat and put it in the stand. What I really wanted to do now was ask him, somehow, if he was okay traveling with a bunch of queers like us. But I didn’t think just blurting that out was the right way to do it. I’d meant to ask Carynne more about that, but then I’d gotten sucked into my own head and had forgotten to talk to her.

I decided to ask about that later. In my head I was getting twisted around the question of whether it was fair to let my own queerness dictate someone else’s hiring. It didn’t make much sense, but I wanted to make a decision that didn’t make me feel like shit, you know?

In the end we told Marvelle to make himself scarce while we conferred and to come back at dinner time when he’d either get his drums or a job.

We didn’t actually confer right away. We ran through some stuff to show Ziggy what we’d been working on arrangement-wise, and got his input and talked over various ideas and options. I made notes.

Then Bradley came in.

I’ll cut right to it. We taught him the power ballad, and he was not afraid the whack the shit out of the drums. I’m not saying that hitting the drums harder is better—in fact, it’s the opposite usually—but I just really liked it. Liked his performance. In everything we did, he wasn’t 100% technically perfect, but was 95% there.

And that’s what I’d said after we kicked him out so we could talk. We were in the break room again. “I think we could bring him up that other five percent.”

“But why, Daron? When we’ve got another candidate who you’ve said’s 1 hundred percent?” Carynne asked.

“I’m not totally sure. It’s…talent, maybe? Feel? I don’t know how to describe it. When we play I feel like Bradley really…shows me something. Marvelle–”

“Does what he’s supposed to,” Carynne insisted. “Marvelle understands that this is a backing band, not a…a–”

“Real band,” Ziggy said under his breath.

“–collaborative effort in freedom of self-expression,” Carynne finished. “You–”

“I get that,” I said, maybe a little more shortly than I should have. “Trust me, C, I get it. But if the decision were completely mine, which by the way it technically could be, I’d be… torn. Because I do get what you’re saying. Musically Marvelle’s the sure choice, the safe choice.”

“He’s also a good guy. I got a recommendation from Jordan on him, you know. Talked to him last night.”

Ziggy piped up. “Did Jordan say he’s queer-friendly?”


“This is the thing,” I said, putting my hands on the table, spreading my fingers all the way out flat. “On the one hand I know we want to create a reliable backing track for the dance numbers and all that. But I feel like if it’s too…dance-centric, too much like it could be done like a machine, then the whole show is going to come off run-of-the-mill. Bart can do a lot but he can’t fix everything. Most of the choices that would snazz things up would take us too far from the–”

I stopped speaking, staring at my hands, as the solution hit me. Each hand was like a drum riser on the stage of the table. That’s literally what gave me the clue.

I looked up. “Let’s hire them both. Two drum sets. Two drummers. Playing in unison most of the time. I want to fill up those South American arenas with sound. That’ll do it. It’ll be electrifying live without us having to deviate from them the album.”

Ziggy nodded slowly in thoughtful approval.

“Do we know they can play together?” Bart asked.

“They can if you take charge of the rhythm section,” I said. “They’ll both look to you for the lead, at least while we’re learning it all.”

Carynne rubbed her chin. “You’ll have to talk about the stage design and all that–”

“But it’ll work,” Ziggy said firmly. “It’ll work. And we did say there’s the budget for a few more hires.”

We went down to the McDonald’s a couple blocks away where Marvelle had said he’d be hanging out until it was time to come back. I could see through the window that Bradley was sitting with him, sucking on a shake through a straw.

“Here’s the deal,” I said as I marched right up to their little formica table. “We’re taking you both. Two drum sets, twice the fun. Sound good?”

Marvelle held out his hand and Bradley grasped it not in a regular handshake but in the interlocked-fist style and they nodded to each other. “Congratulations, brother,” Bradley said. “Now you better get your union paperwork done.”

(Thanks to everyone who’s backed the Kickstarter so far! It’s going great! But we’re 1/4 of the way through and although we’re more than halfway to the minimum goal, only about 1/4 of the number of backers we usually need have signed up so far. So please don’t wait to do it if you’ve been meaning to. You won’t be charged until April 29th so you can pledge now: https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/ceciliatan/darons-guitar-chronicles-third-omnibus

Meanwhile, I’m still compiling photos for the DGC “casting call” post! Send me your pictures of who you’d “cast” as various characters. Hm, maybe after the Kickstarter is over some of the leftover rewards will become prizes and I’ll have you guys vote on your faves or something… Email daron.moondog @ gmail.com with photos of your suggestions! -ctan)

Today’s actual video:

(The song I was gonna pick, because the video is such an AMAZING mishmash of 1990 being the last gasp of weird eighties fashion and this style of video, too, but which I didn’t because in the end the title was too much of a spoiler, is this one from Seduction: -daron)

(Is the blond one supposed to be a Madonna clone? Is one of them actually wearing a Devo hat? There is so much going on in here… I’m having flashbacks. -daron)


  • Kunama says:

    Hahaha I’d been wondering if it was possible to have them both. Good to see they already get along.

  • Jude says:

    And now Carynne gets to work on her little transphobia (or is it just Bradley-phobia?) problem. Woot!

  • s says:

    Two drummers? Why not hire a whole marching band? Lol. I hope this works out. Marvelle didn’t seem like such a dick this time and he and Bradley seemed ok with it. We shall see.

    You really need to ask Carynne what her problem is. There’s a story there and I want to know what it is!

  • G says:

    I’m wondering what’s going on in Ziggy’s head. He seems like he’s, well, someone help me here. I’m waiting until they get home tonight for Ziggy to have a fit about…something. Am I just being paranoid? He could just be paying attention to important stuff and being serious. But with the mention of “real band” and his not looking directly at Daron, it makes me nervous. I wonder if he feels like Daron’s need to “find something that gives this song something” makes it seem like right now his song has nothing, which is a slam on Ziggy’s work (even though he didn’t have much input). I hope he isn’t thinking that Daron isn’t too fond of the music and feels the need to fix everything. Wow, and these are only the first auditions.

    • daron says:

      I…doubt I’ve been able to utterly hide how I feel about the songs. I’m sure it’s obvious I’m not in love with them, anyway. FWIW he didn’t seem particularly upset to me. But as we know, I can’t always sense when something’s going on with him.

      • G says:

        Okay, I guess I could read it your way. But it’s not my fault you two make me paranoid about you! 😉

    • daron says:

      Oh but what I actually meant to say was I think actually this is the most comfortable Ziggy and I have ever seemed to be around each other. I could be wrong, but this might be us when there’s no conflict.

    • Bill Heath says:

      My take is that Ziggy feels about the music largely the same way Daron does. And he wants Daron to help fix it. These two are at their best when they’re collaborating on music.

      I understood the “real band” comment to mean a collaborating, creating and performing band. Ziggy can be forgiven for thinking it meant something else, because he was never part of that in M3. He spent his initial time with the band trying to manipulate and control it, and his last time as a drug addict. In the middle he was more self-absorbed than helping to build something. His experience is that a “real band” has Ziggy at the front with supporting players. Thus, the tour backing band is as “real” as M3 ever was, at least to Ziggy.

      Daron’s putting together a real band, it’s just not a collaborative, creative, performing organism. It’s hired guns who can become close, but can never be a single organism.

      • daron says:

        Ziggy knows perfectly well there’s a big difference between a band that has a commitment to stay together (even if ultimately you break up) and a bunch of musicians being hired for six weeks. Knowing it didn’t stop him from being sensitive about it when it sounded like I was accusing him. He’s past that now, though, I think. (I hope.)

  • iain says:

    > Send me your pictures of who you’d “cast” as various characters

    Just wondering, is there a page with detailed descriptions of everyone? I know there have been descriptions in the story here and there, but I have a terrible memory for that sort of visual detail, and they don’t “stick”, so to speak.

    I have a vague memory that Colin is the tallest, I think? And for some reason, I think of Ziggy as a shorter, willowier, theoretically blond Adam Ant, and Daron as a slightly less gloomy Smith from the Cure. Probably not remotely right on either count, though. (Also, suspecting Daron won’t appreciate “slightly less gloomy.” If it helps, there’s a black and white headshot of Smith that pops up when you do a Google search — in that block on the right of the results page — that looks like he had an … everything transplant. Still identifiably him, but … happy. Or at least smiling. And with not-oily hair!)

    • Lenalena says:

      Daron, Ziggy and Bart are all short. Chris and Colin are taller. Chris is older too and has feathered hair with blond tips. Daron’s hair is long and straight, Bart’s is curly. Ziggy’s is whatever the mood of the day is, but originally black. Ziggy can pass for a white guy when not tanned, but technically isn’t. Bart is Jewish. Colin is the dude with the mohawk. I always picture Carynne as a redhead, but I don’t remember if it is dyed or natural…

      Am I close?

      • ctan says:

        Yep. Christian’s hair has gone through a couple of incarnations, too, in terms of color. His natural color is a dark brown which is why the time he dyed it black “only his mother noticed” so he likes to go the other way with varying effects of frosting and/or highlights and maybe at one point Lacey had him all the way to dishwater blond? I can’t remember. But the style of the cut has always been pretty much the same, long in the back and feathered on the sides in a typical metalhead style. You’ve got pretty much everything right. Carynne is a natural redhead but she pumps it up with henna sometimes.

    • ctan says:

      I just realized the DGC Wiki isn’t linked from the sidebar. Hm. Here’s a link, but note, it’s ALL the characters, not just the major ones, and I don’t think we’ve been putting in a lot of physical descriptions:


      Yep, Colin’s tall, probably a similar height to Chris (5’11”-6’0″ ish) but lankier so he seems taller by proportion. Daron, Ziggy, and Bart are all 5’4″-5’5″. And you’re pretty close on Ziggy except the blond is usually just a streak: Ziggy’s hair is most often dyed black with a streak in it, but it’s gone through various phases with blue and other things. Daron’s never seen his natural color, so neither have we, but it’s probably a dull brown. Daron’s nowhere near as English as Robert Smith, much less pasty white, with boringly fine straight hair and good teeth. 🙂

      • iain says:

        Alas, you’re right, and there’s not much physical description in the Encyclopedia. Can’t say I weren’t warned!

        And Carynne isn’t in there at all! At least, not under her first name.

        • daron says:

          Here’s how I described her in chapter 8 “Look at Little Sister” when I first met her:

          “I ended up hanging around a lot with Waldo’s assistant and niece, Carynne. She had wire-straight red hair and cultivated this sort of hippie look with long strings of beads and vests.”

  • Amber says:

    I’m happy you picked both. I still think that there is the possibility that Marvelle is a dick but we’ll see. And it’s not like we’re not used to drama.

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