This song just killed me when I first heard it. I remember the feeling of going stale in the wrong town, and Hopkins just nailed it perfectly. I remember being at a company holiday party the day Doug Hopkins' obituary showed up in the New York Times, and pouring whisky on the bar for him.
The biggest bummer: I actually wrote a condolence note to the Gin Blossoms that night. (This was before Hey Jealousy broke big.) I never heard from them...not even a form letter.
This song just killed me when I first heard it. I remember the feeling of going stale in the wrong town, and Hopkins just nailed it perfectly. I remember being at a company holiday party the day Doug Hopkins' obituary showed up in the New York Times, and pouring whisky on the bar for him.
The biggest bummer: I actually wrote a condolence note to the Gin Blossoms that night. (This was before Hey Jealousy broke big.) I never heard from them...not even a form letter.