433. Temptation
So I decided to cook dinner for J that night. Whether that had anything to do with what Carynne said is… Okay, I admit, it had everything to do with what she said about me doing the bare minimum.
Category Archives: Daron’s Guitar Chronicles
432. Fragile
(Sorry for the late post today, folks. Cough medicine knocked me out hours early last night and I didn’t wake up until well into today…! -ctan) Carynne called. Jonathan had left for work already and I was taking my time with my morning. There were days when he left and my “morning” essentially dragged on […]
431. What’s On Your Mind
I went to pick up Remo in his own truck. I was surprised he didn’t have much with him, but apparently most of it was being taken care of by the road crew. “It means they’ll dump off a load of my dirty laundry after everything’s unpacked, but at least I didn’t have to carry […]
430. Bad English
Remo called from Paris and caught me at home one night. “Hey, how’s things?” “Things are good. Well, depending on what things, but you didn’t call to check up on me, did you?” I was doing the math in my head. It had to be, what, nine hours later for him? “What are you doing […]
429. DGC Extra: Jonathan’s Story: Part 2 of 2
Part 2: Upstairs I found the door to my room still closed, Doug’s open. I knocked on the door frame. “Just picking up my bag,” I said. Henry, Doug’s roommate, looked up from where he was lying in bed reading The Economist. Four empty beer bottles stood on the desk next to his head and […]
428. DGC Extra: Jonathan’s Story: part 1 of 2
(Since Daron and I are in Barcelona until next week, this seemed like a good time to give you the glimpse of Jonathan I’ve been working on. This takes place in 1986. -ctan) Part 1: I jerked awake. I had fallen asleep while studying at the library. Damn this place for having these comfy chairs […]
427. You Got It
I turned out to be much busier as a session player than I expected to be. And despite all best intentions of Carynne’s to manage it for me, guys like Chernwick and some of the other producers couldn’t resist calling me directly, which meant I would then have to call her to make sure she […]
426. A Little Respect
Bart and I went and played a session together before he left. I had actually turned down a job knowing he was going to be there, something Chernwick wanted done really quickly, but I guess things didn’t happen as quickly as he thought, or maybe they got someone they didn’t like. I don’t know. Guitar […]
425. I Didn’t Mean to Turn You On
Bart came to visit. Michelle came for some convention or something and he went with her, then she flew back East and he stayed to hang out with me. We went out to hear live music every night for four nights in a row, just him and me, then we took a night off to […]
424. Pop Singer
Then there was the day Sarah Rogue called me up in tears. Good thing I was home and not at a session. I had actually turned out to be pretty busy and some of the gigs were actually fun. But that day I was home. “Hey, hey, are you okay?” “I’m totally totally totally fucked,” […]