DGC: The Ever-Popular Tortured Artist Effect
Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron’s Guitar Chronicles. An hour later, I was doing that. The audience didn’t seem to care much what we did. The...
Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron’s Guitar Chronicles. An hour later, I was doing that. The audience didn’t seem to care much what we did. The...
Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron’s Guitar Chronicles. In the morning I woke up to find him asleep in the other bed in his room. I guess I’d c...
(Continuing the weekly serial by Cecilia Tan! Need to start at the beginning? Click here.) 37: Kenet The next morning the general met with a bevy of his top com...
(Bonus post this week because of donations! Enjoy!) Part Three: 1988 Skip forward to the early spring, then, to when things really began to happen. I was at wor...
Bart left us off at a pizza joint near Berklee and Ziggy’s apartment. I got myself a spinach pie that was too hot to eat without burning my fingers and Zi...
(Continuing the weekly serial by Cecilia Tan! Need to start at the beginning? Click here.) Part 34: Jorin There was a moment, one morning, when I was half-aslee...
A lot of the time when I play, it’s like my brain shuts off. Later, I kind of wake up in the middle of a song and I can remember everything that has been ...
(Continuing the weekly serial by Cecilia Tan! Need to start at the beginning? Click here.) Part 32: Jorin When next I woke, I found Kan lying next to me, proppe...
Another shiver ran through my shoulders, and I wondered if I should put my jacket back on. I wondered if I should just sit here and see what attention I might s...
(Continuing the weekly serial by Cecilia Tan! Need to start at the beginning? Click here.) Part 31: Kenet The next day dawned damp and chill, but the fog burned...