No One Hears Me Sing This Song

According to Joy, Kam has described the announced breakup of Weezer as “the worst thing that's ever happened in my entire life.” I don’t know if I would agree, but this breakup is a serious body blow to my youth. Weezer was the first band in my life that looked like me. They sang about the X-Men, Dungeons & Dragons and not going to Green Day shows. How cool is that? They made me realize that my awkward, semi-cool drama kid world view was just as valid as anyone else’s. And just like me, Weezer meandered through life, following up success with years of silence and results that never quite lived to expectations. There was a sense of self-doubt and criticism that came across in the music and mythos of Weezer, and I saw that in myself. Perhaps that’s why I identified so much with the music. That, and an unhealthy obsession with Sanrio-lovers.

Jeb and I saw Weezer last year in England. I wish I could say it was the best show I ever went to, and certainly it was the best Weezer show I ever saw, but I was left wanting more (Jamie, for instance, or My Name Is Jonas would have been nice additions). It was still a great show, thanks to Tegan and Sara’s affable opening act, the hordes of Britons chanting “Wee-ZAH! Wee-ZAH!” and the fact that it capped off my month in the U.K. with a show that I could not have seen at home. Jeb walked away with a “Rockin’ the Bitches since 1994” t-shirt, and I had a phone full of grainy photos and a few 30-second chunks of Say It Ain’t So. I was disappointed at the time, but I’m especially glad now that I got to see them then. I wish them all the best, and I thank them for three really great albums and two that had some awesome songs.

Rock on.