Thursday, May 04, 2006
Oh, how I hated the Gin Blossoms!
The year was 1993. And the Gin Blossoms, a band that was the aural equivalent of a tepid bath, burst onto the scene with a limp-dicked song called "Hey Jealousy." I hated it upon first listen, but apparently I was in the minority, because it became a huge hit, rivaling even "Brown Eyed Girl" and "Son of a Preacher Man" as a favorite among drunken college chicks.
The song had a jangly, rootsy vibe that cut to the bone. It had "sensitive-guy" type lyrics. And it was guaranteed to deflate any boner that came within 100 yards of it. Although I imagine some guys had to put up with listening to it in order to get some action. A chilling thought.
I heard a snippet of it last night on a commercial or something or other, and it has lost none of its power to aggravate. It made me wince immediately. I'm begging you...don't go to itunes and buy it. Not even ironically. Your .99 cents deserves more than that.
Ah, yes...hating the Gin Blossoms. Those were good times.