Weezer

I went to a Weezer concert last night. It was amazing to the greatest extent possible.

Shot by shot recap goes here.

So we left our house and went to pick up Crystal, Rose’s friend. Yay. Amazing. Then we drove to the max station where we found…. SHEZAD! Which was entirely unexpected. I mean, we all knew he was going to the concert, but we had no idea he was gonna take the same max as us from the same station.

Nonetheless, he was there, it was weird, surprising, all that stuff. So we went to the coliseum and went and found our seats. There we sat until the first opening act came out: Tokyo Police Club.

They were pretty not bad. My only complaint is that their drumming is nearly exactly the same from song to song. I mean, they’re not the greatest band ever, y’know, but they were definitely thirty times better than the next band (and much more grateful).

Angels and Airwaves… sucked. And the lead singer’s story about watching he friend’s sister naked was just a tad… excessive. No really.

I just have to gripe for a second. The show was set to start at 7:30, right? And it did. That’s when Tokyo Police Club came out. What’s annoying to me is the fact that Weezer didn’t get out there until, like, 9:30. No really, I don’t want to go to a Weezer concert to see not weezer for two hours.

*sigh*

Whatever. Beggars can’t be choosers, right? And eventually the terrible Angels and Airwaves, who were there for an excessive amount of time, were done. After a brief time for setup, out came… WEEZER! About effing time.

They play a couple songs, and then one more, and then Rivers Cuomo: “How are we gonna beat that jam? We’ll need some help. Weezer need some help. So let’s get some of the guys from Angels and Airwaves back out here.”

I literally saw half of the people in the coliseum slump down in their seats when he said that, myself included. I think I might have actually groaned out loud. Maybe.

But then they were gone and it was happy. Incredibly so.

Then they dropped the sheet over their light board thing (the thing that’s in that picture there.. y’know, with the W? Yeah, that’s the one. But they did it all wrong. It’s supposed to go. y’know, “BANG!” with a guitar.. or gun.. and then the sheet’s supposed to fall, and the lights are supposed to be super bright and be in the shape of that Weezer W. Maybe add some fireworks in there.

But nooo, they finish a song, it’s completely dark on the stage, and it falls. What’s that all about? Nothing, that’s what. It was just dumb.

So they played for awhile, it was cool.

Then they left.

What?

And the guy from Angels and Airwaves (oh no, not again) came up and set up a record player which started to play “Heart Songs” from the Red album. That’s the newest one. I know that.

Theeennnnnenennnenenenenen — excuse me, that was excessive — they came BACK! AHHHHH! And the lead singer kicked over the record player and they started playing Silver by Nirvana.

It was awesome.

Then they played Buddy Holly, and I think that was the end. Either that or they did the hootenanny thing after that. Either way, it was kinda cool.

So I’m gonna skip past anything else that happened in the actual concert. We left and ran into Shezad in the lobby place. He bought a shirt. It was amazing. Then stuff happened, he left, we stayed for a little bit, then we went to the max station, where we ran into him again.

I think he was following us, that crazy hoodlum.

And then the max came and we got on and it took off and took us to, I think it was, like, ruby junction or something. And it stopped. The driver then said over the intercom thing “this is our last stop” or summat.

Now, realize, the only people on the max at the time were me, rose, crystal, shezad, and the people shezad went with, as well as some other couple of people. We were all going to gresham station, which was only two stops away. But it stopped. The damn thing stopped.

So we were out in the middle of nowhere in the freezing cold–and it was cold man. Freaking. Finally the max came and we all got on with these three drunk kids who were gonna go hottubbing and weren’t gonna be arrested because they had a little Buddha.

Of course.

Then we got off, came home, and I crashed. I read a little teeny bit of Brisingr, but that put me to sleep faster. Damn thing.

But that’s all not the point of this story.

The point is this: after two hours of Weezer music, why the hell did I have Disturbia by Rihanna stuck in my head when I got home?

Quandary.

-Timmy

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