That night’s show had no collisions. No injuries. And “Candlelight” was the best it had been on the tour yet. On the line about praying, Ziggy crossed himself and everyone in the audience did, too. People talk a lot about God and the holy spirit. I think the most powerful force is humans themselves, the […]
The next day we had our second show in Buenos Aires. No day off in between. It was the first time on the tour we had back-to-back shows and I think I was not the only one who was feeling it. On the one hand it was great to not have too much time to […]
(Happy Thanksgiving, everyone who celebrates it. If you’ve been trapped with your biological family all day, welcome back to your rock and roll family. -daron) — This was the absurdist tableau before me: my roadie holding back my drummer from attacking my sherpa who was being held back by my other drummer. One burly, one […]
Back at the palatial hotel, Flip and Colin were on me to take a better look at the gash on my head. There was blood crusted in my hair, partly sticking the headband to it, and I was overall gross, so the obvious solution was for me to get in the shower and try to […]
Ziggy was an expert at reading a crowd and manipulating their moods. I wasn’t really, not in a conscious way, which was why I appreciated his skill so much. That night he sensed that what the crowd wanted was more of me. More of him and me together at the front of the stage, and […]
(Site news! Late last night I posted a major DGC news update. Go check it out the excitement here: https://daron.ceciliatan.com/archives/11115 -ctan) — What happened next was we had to play the first of two stadium shows in Argentina. You’d think I’d be excited to play in front of fans who were chanting my name, right? […]
Hi folks! Cecilia here. It’s been a while since I did a comprehensive news post, and I’ve been hinting in Patreon and on social media that some big things are in the works, so here’s a post of its own so that we don’t end up clogging up a chapter post with a bunch of […]
Carynne would later tell me that Argentina was much more “guitar-focused” (her term) than other parts of South America, so if I was going to be chased through the streets anywhere with a frenzy nearly equal to Ziggy’s, it was going to be here. I’m not completely sure that’s true, but it was also the […]
The flight from Santiago to Buenos Aires is maybe two hours, definitely not as long as three. Enough time for Ziggy to sleep through pretty much the whole thing. Enough time for me to make a couple more passes by the galley to refill my pocket with teeny bottles of booze. Just in case. I […]
The next day we left Chile for Argentina on a nighttime flight. Ziggy, exhausted, settled himself into a seat beside me but was asleep before we even took off. I considered snuggling up with him, but then thought that might be weird what with him being out cold. I buckled a seatbelt on him instead […]