I wrote a song this past March titled “Burns to the Center.” It’s a letter to the 14-year-old version of me that I plan on sending back to 1994 in a time machine whenever the UPS guy shows up with my damn dolorean. The chorus reveals, “There will be time for the serious fires when we’re older because all of these fires we’ve started will never be over. There’s always more gasoline and always more heat. It burns to the center and makes you much better, believe me.” I kind of like it… It’s a very slow song, and it reminds to keep things in perspective. We’ve all got irons in the fire, and we always will (until death does part us). Basically, the letter just says, “Hey Adam… take about a dozen chill pillz and call me in 16 years.”
Little known fact (to me anyway), the date that supposedly represented “the future” in Back-To-The-Future-Part-II was July 5, 2010. Thanks to Alex and Ben for the update. If you’re in the neighborhood, come to the Kitty Cat tomorrow and the 501 on Saturday. Chris, Karen, Ben, and I are going to be tearing up the town (and by “tearing up,” I mean “playing fairly slowly and calmly”).