Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.
When there were only six days left before Ziggy’s thirty were up, Remo’s phone rang and I answered it, figuring it was the pool cleaning crew or something. But no, it was Michael Chernwick asking me if I could “show my face” at a meeting that afternoon. It took me a minute to remember Chernwick was the producer at the party from the other night. I said, “sure” because it wasn’t like I had something better to do.
I took a shower and got dressed in rock star standard and told J. I was going to a meeting.
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