me, weezer, and the space time continuum [1/5]
Welcome to weezer week!
During Movember, I put together an essay about my on-again/off-again listening relationship with weezer over the years.
I tried to condense it into one post but there was simply too much I wanted to say. It appears my attempt at editing makes the Hobbit movies look positively concise!
So instead, a 5-part series.
Long story-short: Boy loves band. Boy is repeatedly bemused by band. Boy tries to figure out what went wrong. Boy loves band again.
And now the 5-part, marathon-length, unabridged version, enjoy!
The Honeymoon (1998 – 2002)
Hey wasn’t the blue album released in ’94? ‘twas. I was a few years late to the weezer party.
Though it may seem (as they said in the Princess Bride) inconceivable, I didn’t own a single weezer recording prior to the 20th Century’s penultimate year.
In one of those “where were you when” moments, I have a vivid memory of going to see Nelson Mandela speak at Skydome in September 1998. His message was, of course, inspirational but my drive to the event proved to be even more life-changing.
I initially wasn’t planning on attending the event but at the last minute, my friend Brian had an extra seat in his car and I took him up on his invitation to tag along.
En route, my fellow passengers were raving about the self-titled weezer debut. I thought, these guys are reliable sources, I’ll check it out.
And so it began.
First the blue. Then Pinkerton. Followed by a string of B-sides light years better than the A-sides of their contemporaries. For a time, I was capable of discussing very little else; obsessed would have been an understatement.
Interior design @ U=W=O
My guitars were tuned down the obligatory ½ step, my roommate Mike and I decorated our dorm room with a giant illuminated =w= sign, and we were over the moon to hear a new album was in the works.
Eventually, the green album was released. The 10-track, short & sweet format had returned, admittedly missing some of the excellence of the first two. Matt Sharp was also noticeably absent. Then there was the issue of the uninspired guitar solos…but no matter, they were back!
A fitting vinyl for the ‘green’ album
Of equal importance, new tunes were being introduced at the shows and gradually leaked online. From the previews, the future looked bright again: the tunes were catchy, the lyrics weren’t entirely throwaway, and Rivers seemed to remember that he was a terrific guitarist. Although I already knew all the words to all the songs by the time Maladroit arrived on store shelves in 2002, its official release cemented their status for me as my favourite active band.
All was right with the universe.
Hallowe’en 2002, yours truly as Rivers Cuomo
to be continued…