Scribbling Till You Fill All Available Space

I feel like I am a secret at the moment.  All my musical output is locked in a safe, awaiting release.  New material for my project with Bill Ryan, The Eleventh Hour Initiative, is sounding amazing.  My creativity is at a peak.  So what better time to hark back to the past and suggest an old track for you to listen to?  ’50s Teen Flick has a killer chorus.  It is a song that is diametrically opposed to something like Colour My Grey Sky in that it took forever to write.  Sometimes a quick song is the best.  Sometimes, however, a song has to be wrung out of a writhing, screaming corpse.  ’50s Teen Flick is that song.