Weezer-Licking Good

Once upon a time there was a boy. This boy loved music. One day in 1994, the boy was given a tape by a friend. He listened to the tape, and he liked what he heard. The songs were about guys called Jonas, teenagers going just like buddy holly, cleaning up, finding jesus, going on holidays...lots of fun stuff. The boy wondered who the band was. The band was Weezer.
Time passed. The boy grew into a student, and after much revelry, he headed on a J1 visa to New York. Having got there, he found out, much to his delight, that Weezer would play a concert while he was there. The boy missed that concert. His best friend's evil girlfriend laid claim to his ticket. There was nothing he could do.
More time passed. The boy never really got over the disappointment of missing Rivers and the boys in action. Until now. Because last night, Weezer came to Ireland. The boy went along. And the boy LOVED what he saw.
To be honest, I don't really listen to Weezer much anymore. I don't really need to. Their songs are wedded to my soul. You can know a good song by how infrequently you have to listen to it. Last night, en route to Vicar Street, listening to the blue album for the first time in over a year, it struck me that throughout that year, I had constantly been humming each and every song...over and over an over. That is the sign of great music.
Their sound was awesome. Not once did they venture out of kilter with each other. And the new songs, especially 'We Are All On Drugs' can square up to any songs on any other Weezer album. My only criticism is that they didn't play either 'Keep Fishin' or 'Holiday.' But beggars can't be choosers.
I find myself going to less and less rock gigs. Time and money always seem to get in the way. But I'm glad I went to Vicar Street last night. I'd been waiting to see my heroes for years. And they didn't let me down. Thanks Rivers, Brian, Scott and Patrick. You brought tears to my eyes. Long live Weezer

'Dear daddy, I write you in spite of fears of silence.
You cleaned up, found jesus, things are good also I hear.
This bottle of stevens awakens ancient feelings...
Like father, step-father...
The sone is drowning in the flood! yeah yeah-yeah yeah-yeah!' Say it Ain't So