Weezer: The Fire is Gone, but There's Still Some Love

Weezer and I go way back. It took me till 8th grade to hear the Blue Album, though it came out when I was in 6th. This was the year when a host of other bands opened my eyes to rock music. All the typical responses apply here. Nirvana, Soundgarden, even... gasp... Collective Soul. Though I hesitate to admit it. But Weezer grabbed my attention first and with the slight obsession within the crowd I ran with, my love for catchy pop tunes was solidified. I heard the Blue Album first, but in my 8th Grade/9th Grade year, Pinkerton was released. For whatever reason, and seemingly against all popular sentiment at the time, I gravitated towards the emotional free for all of the newest album. Sure Rivers was pent up and singing about some provocative things, but I couldn't get enough of the music and his delivery. The guitars were rough, the drums were chaotic, and the vocals were near insane. What's a kid not to like. However, in recent years Weezer's name and reputation have been flushed down my musical toilet. Sure, I waited in line for the Green Album, but promptly realized that the guitar solos were simply the vocal lines redone. I bought Maladroit and listened to it once. Since then, no Weezer albums have passed through my ears in total. I thought the dubious Red Album might hold promise with the tongue in cheek single "Pork and Beans" which smacked of the epic pop guitar from their debut. It didn't. Now, as their new album Raditude comes out (The albums I didn't mention don't deserve to be), I don't laugh it off as a "stunt," but instead I casually comment, "well, that's Weezer for you." And who wouldn't with tracks titled "The Girl Got Hot" and "I'm Your Daddy" as well as a "duet" with Lil Wayne. What!?

Yet, through all of this, I can still derive a whole lot of fun out of those first two albums. "Only in Dreams" came on my I-Pod the other day and I marveled. It seems to be a subtle musical segue between the Blue Album and Pinkerton in spite of their differences. In the end breakdown, the guitars shred and devolve into madness and the drums get louder and louder. Though I can't stand the Weezer of today, the Weezer of yesteryear are still up there with the bands that make me smile.