I woke up early the day of the show, I don’t know why. Maybe because sitting up and washing my hair and brushing my teeth were a relief after I’d spent most of the night in anxious half-sleep, turning over to find my eyes open to the watery orange square on the wall where the […]
In the morning I took the splint off before I got in the shower and decided not to put it back on when I got out. But I brought it and first aid tape with me when I went to rehearse, just in case. I kept expecting one of them to ask me how the […]
Digger came back into town the next day. When I walked into the lobby of the Copley Square hotel, he was already sitting there with a bunch of papers spread out on a low table. I wasn’t sure, but I thought he was wearing the same thing he had been the day he’d come to […]
It took a few days, but rehearsals began to get somewhat better–either that or I was just adjusting to my crippled state. The transitions were smoother, and even though I felt held back by the limitations of my fingers, the new material did not sound as bad as I’d feared. I couldn’t play chords or […]
Digger left the contracts with me and I decided to read them later. The plan was to mail them to him with a list of the things we wanted done right away, and then he could get started. We left the studio shortly after that, Chris begging off with a tricky wrist and reminding me […]
It was two o’clock when I went up to the studio, and from the look of the pile of gear inside the door Chris had been there and then left. I set about setting up his Roland D-50 for myself on the off chance that I might have to play it. I was never a […]
Cecilia: We’re both here today. Daron: I wouldn’t let her do it without me. Cecilia: Like I’m ever without you. Daron: Whatever. All I really want to do is share guitar porn, like this: New Les Paul Florentine from Gibson USA. Cecilia: You realize that guitar costs more than I’ve earned so far this year. […]
Digger met me for lunch at the Imperial Tea House, a big two-story Chinese restaurant around the corner from the loft. I shuffled my feet a little faster down the street when I saw him, standing under their bright red awning in the wintry drizzle, the lapels of his collar hunched up around his neck. […]
I tried to sleep, I mean really tried. Lay down, closed my eyes, recited the circle of fifths, tried to remember as many alternate tunings as I could, stuff that put me to sleep during theory class but which didn’t work now. I kept flashing on that moment, his hand reaching toward me and me […]
I have this memory from my early childhood, one of those things you forget and then periodically remember. I must have been maybe four or five, and my older sister Beth was doing a piano recital. The recital was at the piano teacher’s house, and all her current students had little songs to play while […]