Category Archives: Daron’s Guitar Chronicles

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139. Disintegration

Bart’s face was stony calm but his voice wavered as he said “Do you mind telling me what the fuck is going on with you?” ‘Fuck’ hit me like a mic pop and I flinched. My hair hung in sweaty strings down my face and I slid to the floor, my legs crossed under me. […]

137. Under Pressure

Detroit is kind of an ugly town, at least the parts of it I noticed, haphazardly burned out and deserted right in the midst of otherwise normal-looking cityscape. I suppose New York is similar, only New York is so crammed it makes for a different effect. The inside of the music hall was about the […]

136. Never Stop

The opening band was called the Rebellious Doodads or something and I was reminded of a lot of the Providence bands we used to see–sloppy in a fun sort of way, earnestly jokey. We gave them high fives and that kind of thing and then took our turn. I’ve talked about video filming before, the […]