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

Here’s the thing. If we were in the Carolinas or Seattle or somewhere, I would have let them take me to the hospital and pump me full of painkillers and worried about missing the show later. The fact I’d already missed one would have made it easier since I knew the world wouldn’t end and the show wouldn’t have to be cancelled or anything like that.

But we weren’t in the Carolinas. We were in fucking New Jersey. Which made me extra stubborn/irrational, I suppose. And everyone I’d practically ever met in this goddamned industry was going to be at that show. Carynne and I had just had not one but two talks about how important this after party was going to be. And I could not show my face at this after party if I didn’t play the show. I just couldn’t.