Nomad’s last two dates in the New York metro area were back-to-back nights at the Nassau Coliseum on Long Island and then there would be two days off while the whole entourage reset in the midwest for the final leg of the tour. It was like I could see a wall calendar in my mind, […]
Since the chat room doesn’t keep everything forever, I thought I’d import screencaps of the discussion with Daron here for those who missed it, and also embed the YouTube chat, plus add in some links and other things for you all since it has been such a long time since I had time to post […]
(Reminder! Join Daron tonight from 7-8pm in the DGC chat room to celebrate the 7th anniversary of Daron’s Guitar Chronicles! And then ctan will video chat from 8-9pm on YouTube Live: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bPUQFyNEBCg) — Ziggy headed back to the city (by which I mean “the” city, i.e. New York City, for those of you not from […]
I got through the show that night without too much trouble, but as I might have mentioned, doing three nights in a row can really be rough on the body and the band. At least all three of these were in the same venue so it wasn’t quite as tough as having to do the […]
After our soundcheck was done I handed my guitar to Flip and slipped over the front of the stage. I climbed up the steps of an aisle between seats–shallow but numerous so it took a while. Ziggy didn’t look up. I reached the back row and then walked along behind it. I had almost reached […]
That phrase of Ziggy’s rattled around in my head to the point where I had to write it down as a song lyric because it had a kind of bluesy rhythm to it: “Nothing that time won’t fix.” Downbeat on “time” is the three. You hear it? One-and-nothing that TIME won’t fix. Thing is, I […]
I had restless, relentless dreams all night that were full of snippets of my life–tour buses and parties and album covers and keeping track of my things–but which never made any sense. Maybe it’s an illusion that life makes sense to begin with. At any rate, I woke up confused about where I was. In […]
Remember how the crowd had seemed extra excited, extra loud, extra into it, the first show we did after the explosion? This was like that. Our usual entry to the stage had Remo come out last. The rhythm section would start first, and gradually each of us would kick in, me last with a recognizable […]
I arrived in Massachusetts stubbornly clinging to the idea that I was going to be able to play the show that night even though in the very back of my mind–and probably in the front of the minds of everyone around me–there was a very real fear that my brain was going to explode. I’ll […]
My eyes took a while to absorb the words on the back of the record cover, maybe because of the low light level, which remember Jordan had done supposedly for the good of my concussion. (Maybe it had worked, too, because I felt fine, if tired.) The single in my hands, I learned once the […]