Had a vivid nightmare this morning just before I woke up. In the dream, Capitol Records had used Splashdown’s own money to commission generic, middle-of-the-road, milquetoast remixes of our songs, because they were afraid our real sound was too weird for radio. (That really happened, by the way.) I was shouting at everyone, asking why the hell they signed us in the first place, and yelling that I was going to burn the Capitol Records tower down.
And that was the phrase clanging in my head as I woke up: “I’M GONNA BURN THIS PLACE DOWN!!!!”
Whew… I need to chill.