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

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You know, I didn’t think I was particularly attracted to Mitch Moreland, but the second he said the word “fuck” it was like a magic word that turned him from a frog to a prince. Not that he wasn’t attractive before. Mitch is cute in a sax player kind of way. But I hadn’t allowed myself to see him that way until abra cadabra.

I know, I know, a few minutes earlier I’d been whining about how there should be rules and one of them should be no fucking your bandmates. There were a million reasons why not. Drama could ensue. Professional standards. Ethics.

But when you’re the only two English-speaking gay men in the whole prefecture, so far as you know, and you’re horny, then trust me, all of a sudden it makes totally perfectly logical sense to hook up.

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

The kind of dumb thing about the next day was we took the train almost all the way back to Tokyo, to do a show in Yokohama. I guess since it only takes a hundred minutes by train, it didn’t matter that much, but in my mind that was like playing a show in Boston, then New York City, and then Great Woods in Mansfield, Mass. Then again, I know there were tours set up like that so maybe I should just enjoy the fact that for the most part Moondog Three’s last tour had so few switchbacks in it. How much of that was clout and how much was simply Carynne bullying the hell out of the venues, I don’t know.

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

What book is it that has that “best of times, worst of times” line? I hope it’s a good one because I’m going to rip it off and it’s best to steal from the best. It was the worst show ever and the best show ever.

I was not ready to go out there and give a polished performance of most of the material. That might have been fine in, I don’t know, a theater in San Francisco, where you can jazz it up. But for Japan? I was under the impression they liked their concerts technically clean and hewing close to the recorded album. So I was nervous as hell when the crowd was so quiet during the first song.