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

Things I wouldn’t have realized if I hadn’t toured the country: Ohio borders Kentucky. I think of Ohio as the Midwest and Kentucky as the South. So if you’d told me they were the same distance apart as Minnesota and South Carolina I would have believed you. Instead, check it out, they’re adjacent. In fact we stayed at a hotel in Kentucky for the show in Cincinnati.

And then, thank the lord, we had a day off. That had been a three-fer and now we got a day off, two shows in the same venue, and then another day off (though it was a travel day).

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

In the morning I went to the airport in a hired car that was not driven by Tony. I guess because Nomad was paying for it and not WTA? The flight was from Newark, which I tried to pretend was not in New Jersey.

I made my way to the gate, my left thumb aching a little from carrying the guitar in that hand all the time since the splinted hand really couldn’t take any weight.

There was Mel. Ford was crashed out on her shoulder. I sat down next to her, quietly, waving hello. She smiled a little wryly as she waved back.

“Let me guess. You have to pee,” I said.

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

There were a lot of extra people around. Typical for a New York metro area show. The only thing that kept it down the day before was the stomach flu warnings, I guess.

That meant a lot of extra people distracting me before soundcheck, so that when soundcheck time came I was surprised by it. And a lot of extra people watching and listening to the soundcheck.

And the lounge act. “Who’s got our lounge act today?” I asked.