Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Rainy Night Fragments

It's a rainy evening in the fall....wish it could be just a tad cooler.

The other day my in-laws texted a large chunk of the family  to let us know my wife's grandmother had slipped and fell and that she was going to get medical attention soon. I was in class and the students were working on something so I all I did was check who it was, and put my phone back in my pocket. Later I found out a "draft" was ready to be sent with my reply. Thankfully, it didn't send as the message read:

"Vegetable Elephant"




 
Internet, how I love thee.
 
I will be starting a series of commentary on the Beatitudes. I know, PURE EXCITEMENT.  I hope it will be a productive series for me.  I am writing it for a few reasons (listed below)

A) Much of it is already written
B) The gospels are my favorite part of the Bible
C) I want to challenge myself

TV Update: Watching Golden Girls on YouTube. It's awesome.

Other Important Facts to Know:

Pizza is good
Looking forward to cooler weather
Still sad about what happened in the NBA Finals
Waiting for Netflix to add Matlock, Life would be better
Study Abroad efforts are eating my life
My kids drive me crazy but are really pretty awesome


Time for a MINI PIC DUMP -- WHOO RAY............

 
Yes, I feel that way sumtimz
 

If I could, I would give this person a cupcake......
 

 
That's all folks, stay real and don't forget to keep your pets spayed and neutered.

Sunday, October 27, 2013

Poem Post: Little Poetry Journal

On my 25th birthday, my soon-to-be wife gave me a leather notebook for me to write in (mainly for poetry). By this time in my life, my interest in poetry was waning but what ended up being written in the journal was bad, even by my standards. Here are two decent ones from the little book:

I am a sound wave
I travel according to the vibrations in the air.
I bounce off walls and into your ears
but the primordial question still persists...
if no one ever hears me...
did I ever exist?

night of mist
after the lights are out
no-where in  no-town
out-side
moon-rise
the birds have all flown back their nests
I'll fight in a double-blind in a run-away loop
I'll slip-out escape - so-what?
good-bye.

Saturday, October 26, 2013

Lies, Damned Lies and Comic Books

No one likes being lied to. We generally want people to tell us the truth but we reconize there are a few honest exceptions.

A) When we ask a loved one what they think (when we're really asking for approval)
B) Advertising

I mean, we expect it.

I hate Burger King. About 8 years ago I swore I would never eat it again. Then I was stuck at an oil change place about a year ago and the free Wi-Fi at the next door Burger King enticed me.  I got a drink and then I was hungry and I decided how bad could fried processed chicken be? It was awful, never again!!!!!

As long as the exaggeration is not egregious, I'm cool with it. It could be pointed out that the above example would be "egregious" but no one goes to fast food not knowing what they are getting into.  I know they are trying to sell their crap, they exaggerate, no biggie.

I was shopping for a used car several years ago and the ad that was placed said the interior was in "perfect condition". I thought, "Well, maybe they are really trying to say, 'it's really well maintained'". So I  test drive the thing only to find the back seat completely ripped up (from the looks of it, from a fountain pen). I mean the car sucked anyway, but it made me a little angry. BECAUSE HE LIED.

This all brings me back to comic books, and really, what doesn't bring you back to comic books anyway??

With a few exceptions I don't really read new comic books. I pretty much collect mid 70's to very early 90's. However, I doubt anything has really changed. In the summer I bought a stash of comics and noticed a trend. There were a lot of misrepresented covers on these particular comics.

As anyone will tell you the MOST important thing about the comic is the cover. A good cover and the comic will sell itself without anyone even cracking it open. I've bought many a comic that had an amazing cover but the story sucked. So, the temptation is there, you know, to let us say, fib just a little on what actually happens inside the comic. Ya know, just a teensy bit. So, let us explore some examples:

Example # 1 Marvel Fanfare # 2 (1982)


 

This is such a cool cover (it's a wrap-around actually). It's colorful, it's action packed and it's actually honest. I mean these dudes fight the X-Men for a few pages. Pretty much sets up who the heroes and villains are in the story and reveals one of the major plot points. 
 
I  picked up this for a two bucks at the used bookstore. This is such a classic comic: wonderful art, a colorful rehashing of the previous storyline, lots of exposition (that works) and of course the action,  and finally a cliffhanger ending. The thing I hate about new comics is the emphasis on art. They have these wonderful scenes but it takes all of 5 minutes to read the damn thing that costs 4 bucks! Makes no sense. In earlier eras, they packed action but also lots of conversations and exposition. Maybe I just like old stuff.  The comic has a nice 10 page Hawkeye story too.  
 
Honesty Level: FOUR STARS (out of four stars)
 
Example # 2 Shogun Warriors # 2 (1978)
 


Let's get this out of the way. This is a stupid comic. I have a high tolerance for dumb comics and this one blew away all of my expectations. There was one cool part where the old "Mr. Miyagi" guy reveals an underground training tunnel but that just leads to a boring and totally unnecessary scene, in which the new robot bodies can show off their "powers" by destroying training equipment. 

Anyway, back to the topic at hand - the battle portrayed above DOES NOT HAPPEN. In fact, as indicated above, not much of anything happens except a huge set-up for a battle that DOES NOT HAPPEN.

Apparently only one of the huge "robots" had seen any "action" the issue before and the other two were introduced in this issue (remember, in all-important, under-ground cave training action). So the "leader" of the Shogun Warriors (that's the big dumb robot-looking things) goes to fight some huge, generic MUD MAN (that he already faced last issue). He fires one shot at the MUD DUDE, saves a train that was going to fall off the bridge that the MUD GIANT had demolished. Then, the MUD FIEND splits into three giants:  FIRE MONSTER, WATER-GIANT-TROLL and still, the huge MUD THING. Other two "good guys" show up, and.....ISSUE OVER.

Honesty Rating: 1 STAR (out of 4 Stars). 

One star because the comic actually did introduce new characters as portrayed on cover and technically, they did join the battle -- but it just didn't start yet.

Example # 3 Web of Spider-Man #16 (1986)


Okay, this cover looks intriguing. You got a scary dude with a hat on and a reaper-thingy. Then a buff white dude with a pitchfork with SPIDEY'S MASK ON IT!?!? Looks like maybe a serial-killing red-neck cult is involved. Wait a sec ---DOES SPIDER-MAN DIE!?!?!  Also, note not ONE but two HUGE promotional boxes. This is a warning sign. The more boxes, the crappier the storyline inside the comic.

Inside the boxes,  it's a pure hyperbole - otherwise known as lies. These are evil lies told to children to rip the 75 cents from their little stubby fingers. The lie is so good but your eyes might not be - so here's the content of the box at the bottom of the cover:

"If you buy only ONE comic this month, face it, True Believer -- THIS is IT!"
 
 
I know, I know, this is a set-up storyline (as the other promotional thing tells us it's the first in a series of a new storyline). And no one, not even a 7 year-old is going to think they are going to kill Spider-Man. But still.... 
 
The spooky red-neck guys do chase down a mother and child (the cover seems to show two adults) but there is NO SPIDER-MAN to be seen. This all happens in the first two pages. Then the huge set-up begins -  Peter Parker getting crapped on for a few pages (of course) and then Parker and another reporter (Joy Mercado) go out on location to an small Appalachian town where some weird stuff is going on. The locals don't like the reporters, Peter and Joy fights off a gang of dudes and then they hide, they are quickly discovered, get captured, and then are led to an underground secret hide-out. Peter escapes, changes to his Spidey uni, beats up a couple of guards in four panels and on the last page (full-page reveal) some dude named Magma is behind it all. That's it. Pretty boring. 
 
No scary encounter with spooky red-necks.
 
Spider-Man doesn't lose his mask, nor is he in any real danger.
 
Finally, the plot is pretty garden-variety for comics (the whole small-town gone weird or small town population missing thing is a common trope).
 
Honesty Rating: 0 STARS (out of 4 stars).
 
I know the editor was in a quandary as there is nothing in the plot that was really that exciting. At all. However, using a generic cover could have worked (just Spidey flying through the air or something cool like that). However, the hype of the boxes on the cover are just inexcusable.
 
So, there ya have it. One more reason not to trust anyone attempting to sell you something.
 
I could go on and on with a few more examples but then I would get bored and not be writing at my top level and I wouldn't want to disappoint you and lie about something now would I? 

Thursday, October 24, 2013

Cancer Fragments

I had cancer once.

Here are the fragments:

I was diagnosed with melanoma in the summer of 2004.

If it was somehow determined by an evil genie that you would be getting cancer but that you would be able to select the type of cancer, skin cancer would be the way to go. Typically, melanoma is slow growing and pretty curable. This is to say I recognize I am a lucky duck and I had it pretty easy.

I am, by all accounts, white. As in really pale. So pale, occasionally someone will ask me if I am sick and I reply, "No, I'm just really pale." When I take my shirt off at the pool I feel like I am a beautiful pale-glowing ember. Actually I feel like people are thinking, "God, that guy is white."

I also have a fair amount of moles and freckles. When my wife was pregnant with our first child I would joke that the baby would come out as one big mole baby. My wife didn't think that was as funny as I did.

As a child, my Mom and Dad did a pretty good job of brainwashing me to lather on the "sun screen".  I can recall about 2-3 really bad burns, once at the beach when I was around 10 on my back and later at a water park when I was 13-14. I think there was another bad burn in the teen years, but I didn't like the several minor sunburns I had...so by college I was pretty careful. Basically I don't tan. My forearms are the tannest part of my body. Everything else, Pale City, USA.

It all began with a big ol' mole on my face. My Mom actually noticed that the mole was getting bigger, but I dismissed her concerns as she was my Mom, and moms are notoriously worrisome (especially my Mom). I was going through some pictures from earlier in the year and I realized she was right.

I had the mole removed and per standard procedure, the doctor's office sent it in for a biopsy. I honestly didn't give it a second thought. I had had moles removed before and they never called me back. However, about 4 weeks later I received a strange call from the doctor's office.

Of course they wanted me to come down to the office to discuss the biopsy.  When I pressed them, they refused to tell me what exactly the problem was. I remember being exasperated saying something like, "Look, I know it's bad news, so just go ahead and tell me!" I was 26 going on 27 and I was in stage one of denial, quickly moving into angry stage.

The doctor had the bedside manner of a door knob. He actually said something like, "I should tell you that this could be fatal.......but, you'll probably be fine." The literature read that I had a 90% survival rate. I mean the doctor should have said something like, "Look, you're going to be fine - there's a 90% survival rate; you might be worried about that 10% but GET OUT OF HERE, that's the CRAZY talking,  you're young and strong, you're gonna be just fine." That's what I would have liked at least.



Yeah, the doctor treating me was pretty much a scientist first, a doctor second.
 
They had sent my biopsy to two different labs as it was pretty rare for someone my age (at the time 26) to get melanoma. I was thrilled to hear the news that I was a medical anomaly.

Having cancer on my face was a bit disconcerting as you know it's close THE BRAIN. Intellectually, I knew I was likely to be fine, but there was a few times I was a little spooked scared. It turns out skin cancer on the neck has a better chance of spreading to the brain than on the face (I didn't know that at the time though).

Because the mole was on my face, I had Mohs surgery. This would ensure the scarring would be minimal on my beautiful, pale face. If it was on my back, they would have taken just a big chunk out of me. Basically, they take tiny layers off your face, biopsy them in the office and keep cutting layers until the cancer is all gone.

The took one level off, we went to lunch, went to the used bookstore, hung out and...I was called back for second layer to be removed. After this removal, I was just waiting what felt like forever. This was one of those moments when I got a little scared. How deep did this damned cancer go? I had a dreadful thought of deep surgery, chemo and then, ultimately, death. Thankfully, that second round got it all. I was clear and cancer free.

I see my dermatologist every six months and check my blood annually. I lather up on sun block when I know I will be out more than 20 minutes. I assume skin cancer will be back someday though. It might even be the thing that gets me in the end. My mom had breast cancer, my dad has a bad heart,  one of my grandfathers died of ALS, so my genes aren't exactly winning any awards any time soon. As someone wise once remarked about life, "I don't think any of us are getting out of here alive."

Friday, October 18, 2013

Friday Fragments (Lonely Edition)


My wife is judging a music event tonight, our two daughters are spending the night at a friend's house so I am home alone with only one child. I am spending the time on the internet.What else ya gonna do?
 
I was thinking tonight about why there aren't more dinosaur themed sport mascots.  I know there are the Raptors in Toronto but they don't help matters because they have sucked for 90% of their existence. I think it comes down to the dinosaur names - they don't translate real well for team names; triceratops, pterosaurs or stegoceas....(maybe Talons would work okay)....

Stegoceas is my ALL TIME FAVORITE dinosaur. Yes, because I had to do a report on them in school in 11th grade. The report included my amazing free-hand picture of a stegoceas.

Places I would like to visit before I die: Peru (ha ha), India & Nepal, The Holy Land, Athens, Egypt (the Pyramids), Most places in Africa besides the whole Gobi desert section,  Most of Europe, Most of South America, New Zealand, Japan, Easter Island, and back to China again...basically, everywhere as much as I would like (well, when in wish-land, why not?) 

Tonight, after dropping the girls off, the baby boy and I decided to grab a six-pack of beer at the grocery store. That's it, just a little beer run on a Friday night.  I was headed back to the check-out when I saw my parents going into the 10 items or less line (the very line I was headed for). They live like 5 minutes away, so we run into them at the grocery store a few times a year. I turned back around to hide. My parents never drank when I was growing up and basically made me so paranoid of drinking, I only had a few sips of alcohol until my 21st birthday. While I am certain they have seen the beer and wine in our fridge, I just couldn't deal with the fact that I came to the store JUST FOR THE BEER.  I know I am an adult and all that jazz but I was in no mood for feelin' the JUDGEMENT from my Mom's eyes.

My reading has been way off this year due to real life interfering. Here's where it's at, most of the stuff I never even finished, please don't make me feel bad about that, I have three kids, ya know. 

Ha Jin - Under the Red Flag (short stories from the Cultural Revolution) - all but two stories. Excellent but sad stuff.

Klaus Klostermaier - Hinduism - Beginning Guide - read as a warm up to my church class, not much I didn't already know. Good refresher though...most of the stuff I had read was from practicing Hindus, so a Western perspective was interesting.

Fawn Brodie - No Man Knows My History (Joseph Smith Biography) - Mind blowingly good. Highly recommended if you're interested in Mormonism or American history for that matter. 

Lonely Planet - Peru (sections only) - almost finished a general "introductory" Peru book from the school library too.

How to Break a Terrorist (only the first 40 pages - I will have to come back to this at some point, because it was excellent that far in)

Re-read Evans' Philosophy of Religion - excellent Christian perspective but really that's all it is - an upfront perspective that's open minded.  Good stuff.

Sections of Bloomberg's Jesus and the Gospels (sections) - Bloomberg is a little too much of an apologist but he is fair-minded. Nice review of stuff I have learned in the past but good to reference again.  

Mallory's Experiencing World Religions (about 6-7 chapters of a college introductory textbook) - again, nice to review this stuff, so much I had forgotten about.

Lots and lots of old Marvel comics, especially lately as I like light reading before bed instead of the heavy stuff I read all day. 

Klosterman' Sex, Drugs and Coco Puffs - disappointing. kinda sucked.

Currently: Gandhi: An Autobiography (eh) and Dirty Wars (Scahill) - good stuff

Lots of research online for Peru, my world religions class at church in the summer and now for my Eastern Cultures class at school this fall. That keep me a busy boy.

Pretty sure I am forgetting a book in there. Oh vell.

Here's an awesome little ditty to make you feel good about life.





That's all for now, stay safe, buckle your safety belts and don't forget to call your mom on her birthday!

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Strange Dream from 2006

I was digging through some old files and I found a document from 2006 in which I had started to record my dreams. Alas, I am lazy....and I only wrote down two of them. One of them involved me milking dogs. (!!!)

This was the other dream:


The dream began simple enough. I was at home and had to go to the bathroom. I walked into the bathroom but when I walked in, something was amiss. It sounded like someone was behind the curtain. Surprisingly, I was undaunted and I quickly pulled back the curtain and....there was a little boy standing in my bathtub. I asked him why he was there and as we chat he transforms into a cat and it slowly dawns on me that he is actually a talking cat. I am thrilled. I quickly go out to tell someone about this amazing event (suddenly, my home bathroom is now in a public space). I see my colleague Terry from work and tell him I have just talked with a cat. I go back to get the cat and now he is a blot. Yes, a blot. I pick "him" up and hold "him" in my pocket. I show Terry the blot and Terry tells me he has seen this happen before and that he can help me. Very strange...

Strange indeed.


Sunday, October 6, 2013

How Weezer Never Ruled the 90's But Totally Should Have or: Oh, How Much I Love the Blue Album

Rivers Cuomo's songwriting between the years of 1991-1998 is only bested by the output of the Beatles from 1965-1970.

There, I said it.

Music critics and well, normal people might think I am under the influence, stupid and/or ignorant. Maybe they're half right.  Yes, I know you all love Bob Dylan, Pink Floyd, radiohead, the Beach Boys, blah, blah, blah....but one day, not too long ago, the question dawned on me: why didn't Weezer rule the 90's? 

Their singles were crazy catchy, their first two videos were smash hits and their first two albums are near pop perfection. Is it because they were too cute or that they were viewed  as "sell-outs"?  Was Rivers too weird and reclusive? Were they marketed wrong or not enough? Were people's minds warped from the grunge scene to listen to Weezer with an open set of ears?

I know there are people that hate Weezer and maybe you're one of them. Don't let the current incarnation of Weezer ruin old Weezer for you. Some people think Weezer is like a bad joke but I think they basically prove the cliché that "the truth is stranger than fiction".  Besides, in all the years since 1994, I have never met anyone in person, no, not a one that didn't like The Blue Album. That has to mean something....right?

I know we all have our subjective opinions.  The best we can hope for is peace, love and understanding. So, "if you've come this far, maybe you're willing to come a little further."
  
Anytime you can add a Shawshank Redemption reference, you do it. That's in my blog's bylaws.

Besides, I started to write about the Red Album and it just depressed me, I ended up riffing on how great early Weezer was and it just kinda morphed into this crazy post. 

There were cultural reasons why Weezer would never take over the world in 1994 like they should have. If you're like Brian Greene, and believe in infinite multiple universes, and parallel earths, then there is a universe where Rivers and Co. ruled the 90's and never looked back. On one of those alternate earths, the Blue Album sold 12 million copies, Pinkerton was a critical smash, Rivers released a sweet "country" solo album (Homie) followed by two more classic albums by the time the mid-00's were around. After that, they probably start churning out crap in that universe too.

Hey, I am a realist after all. 

Let's get back to the universe we do inhabit though....

If you were old enough, you might forget just how different Weezer was back in early 1994.  "Alternative Rock" in the mid-90's was serious, serious stuff. Kurt had just committed suicide and  bands that had even a scent of contrivance was going to be seen as "sell outs". Authenticity, real or imagined was a huge factor in what was deemed worthy of critical acclaim or "respect".  Yes, there were exceptions: Mellow Gold had been released just two months prior to Blue and the RHCP always had that "wacky" sense of humor.  At my high school at least, all everyone cared about were "serious" bands: Nirvana, Pearl Jam, Nine Inch Nails, Smashing Pumpkins, Rage Against the Machine, Alice in Chains, Soundgarden...all bands with zero sense of humor and little "fun" presented in the music itself.



I thought about putting a screen shot of Eddie Vedder earnestly screaming but you know, Billy Corgan is such a prick.  I like the Smashing Pumpkins alright but Billy is a guy who probably stays up late at night thinking about how deep and meaningful  his music is.
The first time most of the public was introduced to Weezer was the video for "Undone - The Sweater Song" or at least the incessant MTV commercial for it as a "Buzz Worthy" video. From the start, you could tell these guys are different.  I remember thinking they looked a little "too nerdy" to be real. I figured maybe they were trying a little too hard to work the "alternative" scene. In fact, I was a bit humorless myself to "get" Weezer or artists like Beck at the time.  All I knew is that as much as I felt they were contrived, that damn song was stuck in my head...It took awhile for me to admit it, but once properly introduced to the album, I loved it.


Pat was bringing it on the "Undone" video. Probably the most memorable part of the video for me is this section of the video. When I was showing my kids Weezer's Video Capture Device DVD videos, not surprisingly, they loved Pat for his silliness the most of all.

The album isn't a revolutionary album, it's one of those albums that accomplishes what it sets to be and that's actually, a pretty rare feat. There's not a bad song on the album; they all rock and you are guaranteed to be humming these songs later in the day.

The truth be told, The Blue Album is a pop masterpiece. When I think back to my peer group (class of 1995) I can't think of another album that had such universal likeability. It might make more sense if you know I'm a white guy, who hung out with mainly white males.  I also didn't hang out with many music snobs. In my groups of friends, I was the one with "indie" taste, and I wasn't even knowledgeable enough or cool enough to qualify as any group's music snob.



This band is called "The Blue Album Group" that's all they play...well, technically they haven't had a show since 2010 but the fact that they just played the album from front to finish and  that they actually existed at all is a testament to the lasting power of this album. I guess the whole "Memories" tour ended their thang.

While the album "sounds" like a 90's album - it's got an innocence and vibe that is timeless. The Blue Album songs are like vignettes from young American adulthood: the jealously, alienation, disappointment, anger, and even joy (especially heard in the guitar solos). If the album is about any one "thing", it's about growing up (as much as the Red Album is about growing old). When I first heard this album I was a senior in high school, so I could relate to the lyrics. As much as I loved Nirvana, I had no clue what Kurt was singing about most of the time. It felt like rock stars lived on the moon, but it felt like the guys in Weezer lived down the street. Some critics think simplistic lyrics indicate poor songwriting, but I've always felt the TBA (along side Pinkerton) are authentic because they aren't trying to be something they're not.

Some where down the line we got the idea that if we don't understand the lyrics (re: Dylan, Beatles, Nirvana) they are somehow "deep".  Cobain would be the first to admit his lyrics were made up on the spot. According to the great rock bio, Come As You Are, Cobain stated he wrote the Bleach lyrics in the car on the way to the studio. Later, on Nevermind, some lyrics were made up right before they recorded ("On a Plain" being the example that comes to mind).

The fact that critics thought the TBA was a joke or novelty album frustrated Rivers to no end. Critics thought the band was ironic or goofy but Rivers was earnestly writing from his heart. Much like my own attempts at art, the results are child-like, awkward and a little goofy (I mean that in the best possible of ways).

The album isn't perfect though. One problem might be that the album is a little too  uniform....it's all so....relentlessly crunchy.  I can understand how some might think it all blends together a little too well.  I get it....if you are listening to the album from start to finish, that first minute and a half of "Say it Ain't So" is a relief on the ears. Although the acoustic picking and the occasional harmonica help, the songs don't deviate too far from the formula.  The other weakness is the above-mentioned lyrical missteps. I think this is a little over-stated and compared to later Weezer lyrics, TBA at times can seem down-right sophisticated.


I'm not a music critic and I don't have the knowledge or vocabulary to discuss the music properly. So, in fragment-like form, this is what the album got right:

the drum sound, the crunch of the geetars, HARMONICA, the acoustic picking (thanks Cropper!!), the amazing harmonies (see the end of "The World Has Turned And Left Me Here" and "Holiday" as my favorite examples), guitar solos that go somewhere and act not as technical know-how but as musical narrative, wonderful bridges and the creative endings to many songs. Finally, it's just good solid pop writing.


By my count there are 8 songs I would rate from great to excellent songs (including what might be the best rock song of all time, "Say it Ain't So") and 2 great to good songs. No fillers here. The album is so economic, the only song that could be called indulgent is "Only in Dreams" but again, the music serves the song, not the other way around. The weakest of the bunch has to be "Surfwax America"  so it's likely to get skipped, but that's usually because I want to get to "Say it Ain't So" and/or "In the Garage". Finally, the album flows well. It's not a concept album but there's a story in there if you're an imaginative listener. 

So if the album is so great, why didn't it "rule the world"?

Besides sounding different from other bands, I think people thought Weezer made it look a little too easy. They weren't an underground band that built a fan base over many years as they struggled to make it. They came out of no where, landed a major label deal and suddenly "Undone" was a MTV "Buzz Worthy" video and moderate "alternative rock" hit and then the next thing everyone knows....

Whatever one thinks of Weezer, Spike Jonze is a genius. Sounds corny but once when the video was on, I ran downstairs and had my parents turn on the video so they could check it out. 

Any hope of being an "indie cred" band died with the "Buddy Holly" video. Mainstream success did come but only at the expense of underground and critical acceptance. Maybe that's a little too neat but it sure seemed that way at the time. If you weren't considered a serious "artist" (and Weezer was too quirky to be considered "rock art") then you were deemed inconsequential.

This was before the internet had hit it big, so reviews and articles in Rolling Stone mattered.  I remember in the late 90's when bands like The Vines (or The Hives) were on magazine covers - they were sold as "authentic" up-and-coming talents. The truth was most of the bands (especially The Vines) sucked and were utterly redundant in the marketplace of ideas.  Compare that with the music press' treatment of Weezer. It was dismissive or even worse....Critics reactions to the Blue Album was generally fair to lukewarm while the special level of scorn was reserved for Pinkerton. Both deserved better. Had Rolling Stone and the Alternative Press selected Weezer as their "break-out" band, I have no doubt, this would have allowed many college-aged consumers to deem them as "acceptable" and enter the world of "bands that I am supposed to like because someone said their album was meaningful and deep". 

Today it seems more acceptable to be a "fun" pop band. Layer distorted guitars over songs and have a "rock" band perform them and suddenly it's supposed to be "art". Meanwhile music classified as "pop" is graded on a curve. I mean, let's be honest, it's a criminal act that most people don't know who Fountains of Wayne are. That's pop music at it's best.

Even  DJ's at radio stations mattered (wow, remember that?). Weezer was a 'tweener. The music was in- between the formats of "Rock Stations" and "Alternative Stations" (whatever "Alternative" meant). Nirvana, Pearl Jam, STP, Rage, etc.  were all able to were able to "double dip" at the wells of both kind of formats. The "rock" station in my city simply didn't play Weezer. Any Weezer, except on their "Alternative Show" on Sunday nights from 10:00-12:00...and actually, I only remember hearing them once on that show. Surprisingly, in 2001 Hash Pipe" broke into the station's rotation.  Then a few years later I would occasionally hear "Say it Ain't So" and "Undone" late at night. The band was not held in high esteem by the "shock jock"/macho rock DJ's and this hurt the band's sales and impact. The "geek shtick" helped market the band as different but it ultimately hurt them.

Take for example the video treatment for "Say it Ain't So". A normal band, rocking out in the garage. It didn't work (not a bad performance video, but not a great concept either). It didn't help that the band (other than Matt) looked like a totally different band from either of their previous two videos as well).  As amazing as the song is, the band was already "pegged" and the video and single were only moderate hits.


Exhibit A in my evidence that many albums in the 90's now feel and sound dated. I loved the first five songs off this album at the time but about five years ago I realized I hadn't listened to "Core" in years, so I popped it in my stereo and well....it just sucked.  I couldn't even get two songs through it.  Many radio stations treated this as "serious rock music" when in reality, it was just stupid, testosterone-driven schlock. The lyrics were stupid and it droned on and on and on. Yes, it did rock, but it was a thoroughly un-enjoyable slog.
Furthermore, with the smash hit of the video of "Buddy Holly" people viewed Weezer as sell-outs as the video was put on the Windows 95 disc.  The video seemed to have all the markings of a one-hit wonder and a novelty. Many thought the video carried the song and band further than they deserved.   It was hard to take a band seriously if all the videos were so slick and seemed a little silly. Yes, I do think they were punished for making cool videos. I read numerous times that Weezer were a 90's alt-rock version of the Monkees. Cute and packaged rock music for the kiddies. After all, the guys on the cover of The Blue Album looked like fresh-faced, clean-cut kids. Not the sad-sack, disgruntled, ugly, unshaven, rebellious rock-stars they could have been. The Weezer backlash had begun before Weezer knew what hit them.  


 I would have hated them at the time and I know they didn't write their hits but WOAH some of their stuff is severely underrated.

The band's success even got into the band's head. Were they successful because of the videos or because the music was good?  This question fueled the most ambitious song-writing era for Rivers as he wanted to be taken seriously as a song writer. When Pinkerton flopped two years later (critically and commercially) it seemed like Weezer was destined to be one of those "one-album wonders". They were supposed to know their place and go away quietly into the oblivion of pop history.

But a funny thing happened on the way to the bargain bin. The fans stuck around. Notably, with myself and others on the Weezer newsgroup.  People cared about the music because it resonated in their lives. We salivated over any scrap of music or information we could get our hands on.  Weezer was this huge mystery after the Pinkerton tour was over. There was a hunger for more....and in that time, there was a new appreciation for the albums by the public at large.  Other artists openly praised Weezer and many noted how influential the albums were. A new narrative was appearing about Weezer and their 90's legacy continues to grow to this day. Today, most people think the Blue Album is one of the 90's best albums. It's seen as a genuinely influential album and has been re-reviewed over the years to show that it is a great album. I know, I know....


Yeah, my whole post can kinda be summed up that way.

It's likely I have over-stated my case. Maybe Weezer could have never ruled the 90's under any circumstances.  Maybe the truth is, I am just a fan-boy. Maybe there is just a limited number of people who would like Weezer's music. It might be that Weezer was never as good as I thought. They over-achieved and were lucky because the "Buddy Holly" video was so awesome. Or maybe not....

One could argue that Pinkerton and Rivers' released and unreleased demos in the 90's disproves the idea that Weezer didn't create great music.  If rock stations would have pushed Weezer a little more, if music critics would have reviewed the music instead of how the band looked, if the public would have allowed a band to have a sense of humor and not pegged them as "that silly band"...maybe, just maybe....Weezer could have ruled the 90's. Then again, it's all for the better that it never happened....