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

The show in Orlando was fun. I figured Remo needed to get his mind off his family angst so I pushed him to play with me a little on stage, turning one of my solos into a long jam that I threw to him and after burning through a round he threw back to me and I tried to throw it to Alex on keys and he shook his head and passed it but Remo was ready to jump back in. The audience absolutely roared in approval when he took up the solo again because it was unexpected. It was, as the term goes, “a moment.”

There was a moment in the second encore, too. At the very end of the first encore Martin had some kind of drum emergency–something happened along the lines of a cymbal fell and not only broke the head on the snare it managed to take out a foot pedal, too. The second encore was the point where we usually put a ballad in anyway, so I suggested Remo and I just go out there with two guitars and do it acoustic and he agreed immediately. With zeal, even.