553. All the Things She Said
I’ll tell you about seeing Matthew later. Telling you about Ziggy is more urgent.
Category Archives: Daron’s Guitar Chronicles
552. I Didn’t Want to Need You
I drunk paged him from Sarah’s in the wee hours of the morning. She was asleep on the couch, looking like something from a Renaissance painting, hair flung everywhere and her arm over her eyes. When the phone rang a little while later she barely stirred. I answered it in her bedroom. “Hey.”
551. I’ve Been Thinking About You
“The problem with writing songs with you,” Sarah said in the morning, when I had put the guitar away and she had put some waffles in the toaster, but we hadn’t yet slept, “is that you write these things that sound so great with the guitar riffs and then when you’re gone it sounds kind […]
550. Somebody’s Watching
The word came via voice mail a few days later that Ziggy was flying to New York on Monday, so I called Sarah to see if she was around for the weekend and if she wanted company. She said yes and yes, so I got on a train on Friday morning (where by morning I […]
549. The Stroke
So, what do you do when your lover-singer-creative-partner-relationship-person-you-can’t-live-without is three thousand miles away? If you’re me, all you do is suffer a lot in silence. If you’re Ziggy, you get a pager.
548. Los Angeles
I still think it’s weird how my entire outlook on life changes for the better when I’m having enough sex. More to the point: how it changes–for the worse–when I’m NOT having enough sex. Ziggy left on a business trip to Los Angeles a week later. Before he left we played around with Bart and […]
547. Too Much Joy
I woke up in the morning to the smell of coffee. I pulled on a pair of jeans. They were on the floor with a couple of other pairs and Ziggy and I are about the same size but I’m pretty sure they were mine. Out in the living room he was perched on the […]
546. Be Still My Beating Heart
I meant it when I said that “compromise” is part of the package if you’re going to be a professional musician, if what you mean by compromise is you accept that you might not just be able to scream the word “fuck” two hundred times and call it a song. Or any other thing that […]
545. If You Leave
We walked down Boylston Street. The night air was breezy, humid in that end-of-summer way. “I can tell you’re upset,” Ziggy said. “In the sense of, like, the apple cart in my mind flipped over, yeah.” I took a deep breath of the night air. We were passing the hotel where Jonathan and I had […]
544. Think
When we woke up I almost didn’t want to get in the shower. I wanted to lie there and breathe in the scent of him forever. We were pressed together so closely that I couldn’t figure out which one of our stomachs it was that growled really loudly. “I guess that means we should get […]