The Gin Blossoms are coming back to New York again, and this is really good news for their long-time fans. For the new fans, too, this is a good thing. I’ve been following them for years, but I know there are those who are just getting to know them from their last cd. New York is a special place to hear anyone perform, and if the band has a little bit of history here, every show is like a homecoming. This might not make it to too many eyes before the January show at Outpost in the Burbs, but if you missed it, too bad. They’ll come back, though, they always do.
My girlfriend and I (yes, she’s still my girlfriend, and yes, it’s serious, we just haven’t tied the knot yet, and after 18 years don’t see any good reason to) first heard them in Tempe, at Long Wong’s. It’s weird to think how we can get accommodation in Manhattan and make it one of those long and lovely East Coast weekends. We used to crash on our friend’s floor, a little house off of Mill avenue in the 1980s. This was a time when you could hear local bands like the Rundles, who seemed to only play whenever they felt like it. That was the kind of work ethic we all loved back then, because it meant that we were really living in generation x (before anyone even gave us a name like that).
In those days, we’d drive up from Tucson to visit friends. We’d hang out at 6 East, the Beast, which I heard has been closed for awhile now. Then we’d struggle out of our little pocket of comfort there, saying goodbye to all of the black leather pool players and head down to Wongs. There were some nights when the Gin Blossoms weren’t there at all, but instead, they’d been magically replaced by a band called the Del Montes. This was an exact replica, only a lot drunker. There was also a guy named Elvis, a homeless man they would take care of. I’d love to see him in NYC, because it might fool me into thinking those days aren’t gone. But with this new tour, some things remain.
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