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

I remember it as a good Christmas. I remember it fondly.

We had actual Christmas with gift exchanging and everything. I finally understood why Remo had designated a day for Christmas shopping in Japan.

I also finally understood one of the things Cray really hadn’t said–maybe couldn’t bring himself to say–about why he was so touchy and insecure. He called his mother to say “Merry Christmas” and I guess with the time change woke her up in the middle of the night and it turned into an argument. A yelling-into-the-phone kind of argument, which meant I could make out bits of what she yelled, too.

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

So by the time we got to Brisbane, it was the next day, which meant we didn’t see much of the place other than the concert hall and the hotel, since the day after that we flew to Melbourne. The main thing I remember is having breakfast in the hotel and feeling a sense of relief that everyone spoke English. I’d gotten used to everyone around me speaking Japanese and I’d forgotten what it was like to be able to assume everyone around you could understand you, and vice versa. The main thing to say about the Brisbane show was we played the same set as in Fukuoka, including Remo playing on those songs we’d agreed on.

Also, after the Japanese audiences, playing in front of Australians was like drinking rocket fuel. Man, they get into it.