krisis

What made me want to store my giant box of blank CDs 12 feet above my desk, i couldn’t tell you. Suffice to say that i have to essentially climb on top of my computer to get to it. This doesn’t help the general state of chaos the room is in, which can be attributing equally to Viktor’s impending flight to his homeland and my half dozen giant tupperware containers (all half packed). The next few days should be very interesting indeed. And geeze, why is the yuppy radio station playing “You Oughta Know?” That’s so wrong… (especially when followed by ‘everybody’s got a hungry heart’)

I can personally understand not wanting to play one of your popular songs. In fact, i can understand it on several levels. Firstly, with me at least, sometimes i haven’t practiced a song in forever and someone requests it. On my own i have a shot at improvising past forgotten words and chords, but in a band setting you can’t very well all improvise, or know if anyone knows what to do without conferring first. Secondly, even if you know perfectly well how to play a song, sometimes it needs a little break. When i write a song i really like, within a year of its conception i usually go through a month of being totally sick of it. This period of time increases with every year that passes, until songs from half a decade ago will probably only get played once or twice a year, if even that. So, i don’t really blame Weezer for leaving out “Good Life.” Hell, when was the last time i played “Afterglow” for anyone?

If i write a song about you, you get a free copy of the album it’s on. However, if an album is titled after a song i wrote about you, you get a lifetime supply of music. And, tonight, i have another lifetime member!

Weezer took the stage to someone else’s tune, but they changed that quickly. The band plugged in and ripped into “My Name Is Jonas,” followed closely by “El Scorcho.” After three or four Weezer standards Rivers informed us that the band would be inflicting a few new songs on the crowd, all in a row: “Mad Cow,” “Superstar,” “O-Girl,” and “To Hard To Try.” All of the songs were quality, but “O-Girl” was superb! It featured some classy three-part harmony, in a way that struck me as slightly different. The concert was terrific, on the whole, but i was less then impressed with the behavior of the fans. There was an unecessary push for the stage when Weezer took the stage that left a few people fleeing for the back of the venu, and there was a very violent mosh continuously errupting behind me. I understand jumping around, and even crowd surfing, but i do not understand moshing. Anyhow, the show was great but quick, with the band slamming through just about everything a fan could hope for except for “The Good Life” and “Pink Triangle.” I usually bitch about bands who play songs that sound a bit too much like their album incarnations (At the TLA: Fiona Apple, Lisa Loeb, Meredith Brooks), but Weezer didn’t present this issue: they played songs in album form but it was a result of how tight they are as a band rather than a lack of ingenuity on their part. I think the show ended with “Surf Wax America” around 10:30, which is earlier than some main acts have taken the stage at the TLA. We exited to the resumed tunes of the Beatles, and my swearing that “I’ll be crowd surfing at Elastica.”

For the first time ever, a band took the TLA stage promptly. The opening band was fun, though they veered too far in the “pound on that bass, squeaky-singing boy” direction for my liking. After the opening band, we stood around and mocked the people who thought Weezer was going to come on every time a song played over the PA system ended. As musicians and avid concert fans, Gina and I are pessimistic about set-up times in between sets. Our waiting was interrupted by really obnoxious tall people pushing past us to get closer to the stage. I didn’t let anyone else past me except for a random cute girl who was shorter than me. (“Well, if you can’t see over their heads, how am i supposed to?” “Good point. Go for it.”). Suddenly, the song on the PA was cut short and the crowd went wild, only to find that it just meant the CD had been changed. The new CD began with a very familiar riff that was immediately recognized as none other than “Daytripper.” In a surreal moment, the entire crowd began to sing along (rather well) to one Beatles song after another. Gina was having a blast.