Dear Weezer, don’t call it a comeback

You’ve been here for years. All this chatter comparing Everything Will Be Alright in the End to prior records. I did not realize other fans had thought you had been fading away, into the woodwork of mediocrity. I guess that makes me different.

I am at a loss for words. Yet, let me attempt to articulate some feelings.

I had no intention of buying your new release on Compact Disc last week. But I did. I had no intentions of loving all of the tracks. But I am. Let me back up a bit. Last week, I took my youngest with me to see you perform on Kimmel. Per usual, I try to avoid reading up on reviews before going to shows. This has its pros and cons. More cons because if the experience blows me away, I go home like a fan girl and blab on and on about the show. Then wish I had bought the album beforehand so I could absorb every guitar lick and melody until my heart implodes. I chose not to and walked in not knowing what to expect. This was definitely a positive experience.

Yet, the last time I went to see you, I walked away disappointed.

Surrounded by thousands of frenzied fans in the dust bowl of Devore, I waited for my turn to get through security. Outside the gates, my friend and I realized we left the tickets at home. August 25th, 2001. Six years I had waited to see you perform and I was stuck outside. After kicking ourselves, we regrouped and enjoyed what we could hear in the parking lot. It still rocked but could not help feeling like I missed so much.

This past week made up for Inland Invasion mishap, ten fold. This past week was nothing short of falling in love with Weezer all over again. Without preconceived ideas of who you should or could be at this stage in your musical career. I did not comb through your discography and obsess about whether it would sound like prior albums. I just let it happen. I took in the moment and let it melt away any thoughts I might have carried in. How amazing it was to see all four of you looking like you had never missed a beat.

Since the Kimmel performance, the EWBAITE album has been on heavy rotation at my house and as a result the melodies are stuck in my head. Very inspiring work to say the least.


Thank you Weezer for releasing this album. It flows flawless from Ain’t Got Nobody to The Futurescope Triology. There is so much I would love to say about each song, so this post is an ongoing piece as my mind has time to process and savor all the harmonious goodness.

Everything will be alright in the end =w= Diane

P.S. There is something riveting about reading the struggles within the band over the years. Something so human in knowing the creative process is not one of perfection, yet requires years of toiling, cannibalizing and then repeat. Sometimes to points of madness and after the dust settles, the arduous labor pays off. Others who have delved into the pits of their soul can understand the nauseating feeling of pouring oneself out for public consumption. A monstrous animal set free to elicit feelings of triumph or to decimate you at your core. I should hope it feels more like the former for you all. Be very proud.

Kimmel performance 10/06/14: somewhere in the sea of the awestruck, I can be found be-bopping away. Love it? Listen to ewbaite on spotify.

Understand that friends come and go.

If you asked him, he would agree. A week after High School graduation and he was ready to move on. Just skip over all the sentimental bull crap that all of us parents need to work through. Catharsis. All of our lamenting about what to watch out for, … [Continue reading]

Memorable Vacations

Those moments where things do not go as planned while on vacation. Yes, those. Yet, they turn out to be ahhh-mazing and the most memorable of the trip. This happened for me at Yosemite National Park years back. Some call those a happy accident. … [Continue reading]

%d bloggers like this: