Early 1990. I think there may have been a break-up involved. Me, home from school, lying in the middle of the living room floor in the dark in my underwear, repeatedly flicking my Zippo lighter, staring moodily off into the nothingness with this song in endless repeat. My dad comes home from yet another date…..flicks the light on, looks down at me like, "….What the….ew…you need to go back to therapy…." And I'm all like, "Dad, you just don't understand….the universal chakra's are out of alignment and I'm embracing the elemental despair and whatnot…." And my dad was all like, "Go to bed!!"