A few random thoughts.
When did the Gin Blossoms become the centerpiece of modern adult-oriented rock radio? I hear them all the time on "adult contemporary" XM stations and on the piped-in "muzak" that grocery stores play to lull customers into a brain-dead stupor and thus be more likely to buy a lot of stuff (my store included). I'm just wondering...when did they supplant the Goo Goo Dolls, Rob Thomas, and Jewel? Last I checked, New Miserable Experience came out in 1993. Maybe even 1992. I don't know, fifteen years ago. At the same time, I still hear at least one of their songs every day at work, whether it be Allison Road, Found Out About You, Hey Jealousy, Until I Fall Away, or whatever. And no, I didn't have to look those songs up, they're all burned into my head. OK, I will admit to purchasing the album when I was in sixth grade (I was young, I was foolish) and I guess a few other people did too, but it wasn't a smashing runaway success like Matchbox 20's first album was (however the hell that happened) nor a mini-phenomenon like the Goo Goo Dolls' soundttrack for that Meg Ryan/Nic Cage movie (y'know, the American ripoff of a classic Wim Wenders film...ok, I lost you, right?) that blew them up and made something of an idol of their lead singer with too many Zs in his last name for about three minutes. My point is, when did a bunch of suits sitting around decide "hey, I know what a bunch of people in their 30s and 40s want to hear that's pleasant and non-threatening - THE GIN BLOSSOMS!" while all of his associates nodded and snapped their fingers. Who said this was ok?! And why weren't 4 Non Blondes involved in the conversation?! The Gin Blossoms fell into well-deserved obscurity immediately after that album came out - I think I heard reports that their tour bus had crashed or something a couple of years later and that was it until I heard Allison Road on the store radio last year and popped my head up saying "Gin Blossoms? What the fuck?" It drives me crazy go nuts!
Yesterday I needed to do laundry but only had seven quarters when I needed eight. My backup plan was to use two dollar bills to buy a soda out of the vending machine in the basement laundry room in my apartment building and use the change for the dryer. So I put the money in the machine and hit Coke. Sold out. Sprite. Sold out. Dr. Pepper. Sold out. Sunkist. Sold out. Seagram's Ginger Ale. Sold out. Nestea. Sold out. Fresca. Sold out. Barq's. Sold out. I'm down to Diet Coke and Diet Sprite and getting increasingly antsy. Finally I sucked it up and got a Diet Coke. I just couldn't sink to Diet Sprite. I just couldn't.
I was sitting outside the office the other day smoking in a cigarette when a woman walking past scowled at me and said in a thick Jamaican patois "Doncha know you be killin' yoself?!" Then there was a time when I was in the same position (sitting outside the office smoking a cigarette) when a stumbling middle age woman immediately clapped her hand over her mouth and nose, veered another ten feet closer the street, and then proceeded another fifty feet frantically waving her hand in front of her face to get the idea of cigarette smoke out of her head. It makes me wonder - do these people react like this every time they see someone smoking? I mean, this is a big ass city with a big ass number of people in it, many of whom smoke. That high-handedness has got to be tiring after a while.