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Weezer @ Verge Festival, Milwaukee.

June 10, 2010 at 1:14 am 1 comment

In the last few months, I’ve been to a number of shows thanks to my internship. I’ve never really written about those shows since they weren’t  exactly my cup of tea. Although, I can’t really think of a single show I didn’t end up enjoying. It was through my internship that I found myself spending the day at Milwaukee’s first annual Verge Music Festival this past Saturday, getting to see a lot of cool bands, one of which was Weezer.

Weezer are one of those bands I consider an integral part of my youth, so to speak. After all, I’m only 22 years old. I may have only been six years old when they released The Blue Album, but six years later there was very little you could do to get that album out of my CD player. And don’t get me started on Pinkerton. Two of the best records ever made, if you ask me. (Seriously, I dare you to find a flaw with The Blue Album.) Now in the last ten years, my musical tastes obviously changed,  my CD player morphed into a Zune, and the quality of Weezer’s records went downhill.

Still, I couldn’t help but be completely enthralled by Cuomo –who acted as though he had skipped his dose of Ritalin that evening– and the gang as they took the stage and energetically ripped through classics (“Undone” / “Say It Ain’t So” / “Buddy Holly”) and more recent hits that I’ve never particularly cared for (“Pork and Beans” / “[If You're Wondering If I Want You To] I Want You To”). But the real sing-until-you-feel-your-vocal-chords-will-tear moments came during incredible renditions of “My Name is Jonas” and “Surf Wax America” (my favorite Weezer song of all time), surprises the rain-soaked crowd welcomed with roaring cheers.

I realize there may be an air of silly fangirlishness to my words, but can you blame me? The 12-year old me can’t help but still be freaking out over having experienced “Surf Wax America” live after all these years and thousands of CD player spins. You never really get rid of that crazy, obsessive love for music. It may fade, but it never goes out. At least not for me.

Entry filed under: Random. Tags: live, music, nostalgia, summer festival, Weezer.