Posted Wednesday, July 31, 2002 at 2:18 AM
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So today...or actually yesterday since it's now 2 AM...was the Weezer concert and....wow. It totally blew away the Municipal concert. I do believe that the fact that HaveSomeSoma and I had 5th row dead center tickets really helped. Of course, we saw The Special Goodness (Pat's band) play on the side stage. After their set we went over to the side in hopes of catching Pat and showing him Soma's homemade I Heart Pat T-shirt. We wait for about 10 minutes and Pat emerges from the dark recesses of the stage and randomly whips a bicycle out of nowhere, hops on it, and whizzes less than a foot past us while we're saying "Pat...Pat....Pat....Pat."
Oh well. On the way to our seats, Chris Carabababababa walked past us. Oh well. Screw Dashboard. Sparta was good, Dashboard was...well I have newfound respect for the guy since he dedicated a song to "selling out" after the wanker behind us kept screaming "Sell out! Suck my balls! You put down the electric guitar!" Weezer rocked out. Rivers had on the coolest purple shirt and tie...Scott was wearing a wife beater (of course). They were so cool and played El Scorcho, Pink Triangle, Butterfly and Keep Fishin'.
Of course the insanity does not stop after the concert. We wander around to the back entrance and meet up with two really nice girls from Iowa who drove all the way to see the Weez. For about 90 minutes we are the sole 5 waiting to meet the band. After we're told to leave the second time, we notice that Brian is walking two 40 year old women out of the backstage area. We mutter "brian" and he waves but the security guy motions for us to keep back...
We survive power-hungry guards and a lot or shirtless white-trash workers and all of a sudden, the inbred floodgates open and about 10 wannabe fans wander up. Darn them. All the dashboard guys (except chris carababababa) come out to sign stuff. Blah blah blah. Then...after discussing how Scott doesn't fit in and how we would settle for Scott, Scott Shriner appears carrying fireworks. He shakes our hands, signs stuff, and is generally a really really really really nice guy (but... I think he has silver plated teeth oddly enough....). What was he doing with fireworks you might ask? Why, shooting them off in the parking lot, that's what!! After the pyrotechnics, Scott goes back in.
We wait some more and we see Pat again but the 10 inbred-fans start chanting Pat Pat Pat which frightened him like a turtle. Darn them!!! Sigh..and then Weezer's bus begins to pull out of the parking lot. As they drive by, Brian waves to us and then jumps out of his seat and runs to the front window and waves some more, and I think he tried to pull alittle cordy thingy to stop the bus but he was too late. I detected a slight "defeat" facial expression. Or I'm just telling myself this to feel better.
This is where us true fans become apparent. Four of us begin to run after the bus. Yes me included. Come on, it was 1 AM! We chase the bus, waving and give the weez sign but alas, it drives off into the night...
And now I'm home, typing this and thinking of how odd it was that I got Scott's autograph.
Long live Weezer.
Oh well. On the way to our seats, Chris Carabababababa walked past us. Oh well. Screw Dashboard. Sparta was good, Dashboard was...well I have newfound respect for the guy since he dedicated a song to "selling out" after the wanker behind us kept screaming "Sell out! Suck my balls! You put down the electric guitar!" Weezer rocked out. Rivers had on the coolest purple shirt and tie...Scott was wearing a wife beater (of course). They were so cool and played El Scorcho, Pink Triangle, Butterfly and Keep Fishin'.
Of course the insanity does not stop after the concert. We wander around to the back entrance and meet up with two really nice girls from Iowa who drove all the way to see the Weez. For about 90 minutes we are the sole 5 waiting to meet the band. After we're told to leave the second time, we notice that Brian is walking two 40 year old women out of the backstage area. We mutter "brian" and he waves but the security guy motions for us to keep back...
We survive power-hungry guards and a lot or shirtless white-trash workers and all of a sudden, the inbred floodgates open and about 10 wannabe fans wander up. Darn them. All the dashboard guys (except chris carababababa) come out to sign stuff. Blah blah blah. Then...after discussing how Scott doesn't fit in and how we would settle for Scott, Scott Shriner appears carrying fireworks. He shakes our hands, signs stuff, and is generally a really really really really nice guy (but... I think he has silver plated teeth oddly enough....). What was he doing with fireworks you might ask? Why, shooting them off in the parking lot, that's what!! After the pyrotechnics, Scott goes back in.
We wait some more and we see Pat again but the 10 inbred-fans start chanting Pat Pat Pat which frightened him like a turtle. Darn them!!! Sigh..and then Weezer's bus begins to pull out of the parking lot. As they drive by, Brian waves to us and then jumps out of his seat and runs to the front window and waves some more, and I think he tried to pull alittle cordy thingy to stop the bus but he was too late. I detected a slight "defeat" facial expression. Or I'm just telling myself this to feel better.
This is where us true fans become apparent. Four of us begin to run after the bus. Yes me included. Come on, it was 1 AM! We chase the bus, waving and give the weez sign but alas, it drives off into the night...
And now I'm home, typing this and thinking of how odd it was that I got Scott's autograph.
Long live Weezer.