Last night's Weezer tickets were cheaper than my fair food cheese steak--and the cheese steak was the better purchase.
The setting was Del Mar Racetrack, the ticket price was $6 ($20 if you got there after the last race), the seating area was mainly flat asphalt, and the clothes were a mix of beautiful upper 20-something women in fancy hats and pricey heels, to late 30-something guys who still wear extra long shorts and Vans.
When it comes to concerts, sometimes the stage is small and sometimes the pay is bad, but when you're a touring band old or new it's your job to earn new fans with each performance. Weezer was on autopilot and crashing fast.
Rivers Como has never been known for his vocal strength, but any drunk guy can sing "Island In the Sun" without cracking his voice, so there really isn't an excuse for a singer in a band with over nineteen years of experience. Granted, the speakers were subpar at best for the venue so some blame can be shared.
They played their standard fair of "The Sweater Song", "Hash Pipe", "Perfect Situation", and "We Are All on Drugs", which delighted the crowd for nostalgic reasons rather than performance. If the band lipped-synced their songs from the radio I really don't think we would have noticed the difference.
My favorite part was walking away to "Say It Ain't So" echoing through the parking lot. A long time ago my Starbucks crew would play our iPod during work and without fail "Say It Ain't So" would play ever night. I'll never forget Bobby, the coolest music motherfucker with the coolest motherfucking beard , or Jesus, the hilarious shaman-in-training, or Janae, who could roll blunts with acrylics and called her girlfriend Wifey, or Hannah who was always flirting with our boss Greg (they've now been dating about 3 years), and Britany who started smoking for fun a few weeks after starting a Starbucks.
But I guess that's the point of Weezer in concert. It's not really about them, it's about a time and a place you once were, and for 4 minutes during a song, you can remember yourself and the people you were mopping and stealing pastries with.
*Day 68 was drafted on day 68, but posted on Day 69. Sorry for the confusion.
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