Ziggy and I slept in the same bunk. Good thing we’re small. We didn’t conk out right away. We lay there, spooned, our heads on the same pillow, talking quietly for a little while. “I guess I really can’t get out of going to your family Christmas this year,” Ziggy said with a low chuckle.
As promised, here’s another song that Meg sent! She writes: The background on this one is: Basically it’s kind of a song-ified version of Chapter 584, “Touch and Go”, and some of Daron’s frustrations preceding, therein, and further perpetuated by the chapter. When I first read it I was just as surprised as Daron was […]
Daron. That’s my name. Daron. It’s probably the only thing my parents gave me that I like. Daron. It has a nice sound to it and I like the way it looks when it’s written. I know that’s the weirdest crumb of a thing to have good self-esteem about, but there it is.
[TW: Racism.] I’ve been here before. I had that thought repeatedly at Lakewood Amphitheater. The loading dock was familiar. The men’s room was familiar. A particular part of concrete hallway was familiar. Over there was where Jonathan kissed me. And there was the spot where Courtney tore Dave a new one. But most of all […]
(Thanks to donations, here’s the third Saturday post in a row! See below for some other fun news! -ctan) — Marvelle had a pretty decent resume for a working musician. He’d just come off a gig in the touring company of a Broadway musical (Phantom of the Opera), had played jazz, rock, and R&B, did […]
Carynne arrived around 11:30 with Bart and Chris in tow. She looked happy to see me and gave me a not-quite-there kiss on my cheek (not because she was afraid I was contagious or something, but so as not to muss her power lipstick, or so she explained). She looked less happy to see Bradley. […]
I don’t know why I was nervous for the first day of auditions. I was not the one trying to get a gig. I was the one doing the auditioning–I mean, the auditing? What’s the right verb for that? I guess it’s called auditioning both when you’re the one going in for the gig and […]
(Thanks to donations in the Tip Jar topping $100 this week, voila, here’s a Saturday chapter! -ctan) — I’m trying to figure out how much to tell you about rehearsal. I mean, I think it’s kind of interesting but I’m pretty sure my descriptions of it probably aren’t. We settled into a routine where me, […]
So the call went out among our contacts that I was going to be holding auditions for drummers in New York. But we still hadn’t made any firm decisions about the rest of the instrumentation. Horns? Backing singers? Auxiliary percussion? I wasn’t going to make those decisions without talking to Ziggy and Barrett again, now […]
It didn’t, of course. Make sense, that is. The world still made no sense when I woke up later but at least I had less of a hangover. I managed to get myself showered and make myself presentable before going downstairs to find out who was there. Courtney was playing hostess to a bunch of […]