Living in central southern New Hampshire there weren’t a lot of options for radio if you were a middle school kid. There were a plethora of adult contemporary stations, the lame Rock 101 from Manchester or the interesting rock stations from Boston, and when I got around to changing my dial I listened to WAAF for several years. Toward the end of middle school a kid I knew asked me if I had ever heard of a band called Weezer; no I hadn’t, so he let me borrow their self-titled debut album which had a blue cover. This wasn’t Metallica, Nirvana, Offspring, AC/DC or Tool; yet it rocked my world.
There was something that caught me off guard on this album and I think it was the insecurity of rejection while trying so hard to fit in with other kids. To say the least, I had to get my hands on this album, and I ended up buying a copy of it off a kid in my gym class freshman year of high school which is how Rivers, Brian, Matt and Pat became a huge part of my life.
For the next two years I listened to this album so much that I knew it by heart in no short amount of time. Junior year, a new kid moved to the high school and one day we were talking about music — come to find out he loved Weezer too but he liked their second album better. Wait, second album, what are you talking about? He let me borrow Pinkerton for the rest of the day and that was the end of everything.
At this point I began a quest to find out about Weezer and read up on them. Rivers was a recluse that broke up the band after the second album and hardcore fans were members of the RWA, Rebel Weezer Alliance. I wasn’t a member but that didn’t stop me following them. Then in 2000 news came through that the band was getting back together minus original bassist Matt Sharp, and it would be two years until I would see them on stage.
This month I’m going to be talking about a band that confounds and disgusts many, but is rewarding and loyal to their cult-like fan base. Whether they appear on a track with rapper B.O.B. or jam with the Muppets, Weezer prove to be a band that can still surprise you any chance they get. Don’t lose your sweater over this one, Avid Reader, and get ready to sing along.