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Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.

Friday night we went to a party and Pike introduced me to Keith, who it turned out had heard about me from Chernwick. And that led to another gig with a band who were partway through cutting their album when one of their guitarists broke his wrist in a swimming pool accident.

The story was that he had been trying to clean the pool while on drugs, and he fell in. I guess that wouldn’t have been so bad if he hadn’t been right at the stairs and railing of the pool at the time, which also explained the broken ribs and a couple of other things wrong with him, too? Though it was the wrist that kept him from playing.

They were running out of studio money and running out of time to deliver a product, and they had more than half the tracks in the can already, so they were desperate. Keith was their producer and, I think, more than a little paternal toward them. I later heard rumors they’d already run through their budget and Keith stuck with them anyway.

No, I’m not going to say which band it was.