983. I Need You
Sarah called me, drunk, after Jordan’s memorial, from somewhere quite loud. A night club, probably. “Why aren’t you here?” she shouted/cried.
Category Archives: Daron’s Guitar Chronicles
982. What Are We Going To Do
Time both slows down and speeds up when you’re not doing a lot. When every day is the same, they seem to take forever, and yet because they leave little impression, thinking back on it you can’t tell how much time has gone by. Which is another way to say I don’t know how long […]
981. Through An Open Window
(As promised, I’ve taken inventory of the T-shirts remaining, by the way. See the swag post. Every order before December 1st will get a bonus red DGC notebook! -ctan) — The night clerk’s name was Ricky, by the way, and he was still in high school, but he only did a half day and then […]
980. My Bloody Valentine
(Here’s the Saturday post I owe you guys from last week! -ctan) It might have been that same night when I couldn’t sleep and got talking to the night clerk at the motel’s front desk about stuff, and he casually asked when Remo was coming back, and I casually asked how much we were spending […]
979. Mother’s Little Helper
Remember to join Daron for a chat from 8-9p tonight and me on YouTube at https://youtu.be/Xmew_g9ktp8 from 9p-10p eastern time! — The week following her treatments was pretty miserable. There’s no other way to put it. I can give you the medical terms like “digestive difficulties” but those words don’t really convey what it was […]
978. Other Voices
I want you to understand what I was going through, but I didn’t understand it myself, and I still don’t. So I’ll just tell you what was happening and maybe you can figure it out. I don’t mean what was happening logistically: what had happened in that realm was I had become the person Claire […]
977. Ultra Unbelievable Love
(The DGC 9th anniversary is almost here! Join us November 1st for live chat! One hour with Daron in the DGC chatroom here on the site and one hour with ctan via video livestream!) — So the thing about Courtney going back east when she did was that it was before she could broker any […]
976. On a Plain
Western Tennessee has milder winters than Boston does, but it’s not exactly tropical. The day I drove Courtney to the airport there was horizontal sleet freezing to the windshield. It did not make for a relaxing jaunt. A pickup truck passed us and sprayed gunk from its wheels. “I hope the pilots have better visibility […]
975. Steam
“Put her in with me,” Courtney said when we got to the motel.We’d stopped for a real dinner, maybe to get the taste of a ten-hour long fight out of our mouths. Claire had been unnaturally quiet during the meal. She also had eaten very little. “I’ve got two beds and I’m leaving in like […]
974. Drive
The day after Christmas isn’t necessarily a let-down. Sometimes it’s a relief, you know? What I felt most on the day after Christmas, though, was restless. We’d spent so long working our way up to it that now that it was over, a large part of my brain was like okay, now what? The fact […]