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Tuesday, November 9   >>


Remember when we used to watch Mad Men and everyone would be all, like, "What's Mad Men?" and at no point of mentioning it were we perceived as pretentious bandwagon fans of a now-somewhat glorified/high-end soap opera?

That's what I think when Draper and friends are ever referenced outside of their universe. Stop escaping the universe, Men. It's ruining the magic.


Weezer's album covers are amazing. Anyone else going to Pinkerton night at Gibson?


Yeah, I know, but, man, in the last 7 Weezer shows I've seen, I've only heard a Pinkerton song maybe ...twice? And everyone knows that's their finest work. And by everyone, I mean anyone who was a total outcast in high school who was a pathetically hyper-romantic doucher who bought thick-frames to try to find someone to relate to. Yeah, shut the fuck up, you know you did it, too.

There was a period where Rivers didn't say shit on stage, nor did he ever emote, and this came hand-in-hand with never playing Pinkerton material, for whatever reason (I think it was subconscious resentment towards AZN babes). He was like a mini Bob Dylan. Kind of a dick, I'd say. I'd like to hear these songs live, no matter how synthetic of a group they've become (in marketability; I'd still argue they're as authentic as the first day they ever banded.)