Listen to this song by Weezer. It’s them selling out to State Farm. When The Coach sent me this video, he told me to shit on it. And I was going to. I had sworn never to rant about Weezer anymore, but I am weak. So I was gonna shoot some fish in a barrel, write an easy post and call it a night. But now I don’t know what to do. Or how to feel. Because this song is better than anything Weezer has done in almost ten years. It reminds me of their rocking love ballad Susanne. I am more emotionally confused than the 1st through 300th time I listened to Pinkerton. ARGGGGGGGGGG.
And Weezer does all of these videos with State Farm now. They answer questions, and then even grant wishes to fat guitar teachers who try way to hard to be Jack Black from School of Rock (or Jack Black from every movie he has done, but specifically School of Rock).
God they must be bored with selling themselves out all the time if they are willing to vidchat to disadvantaged public school children. Maybe that’s why they sell out? I dunno. I’d still prefer to talk to the Indy Zoo about penguins than talk to Rivers Cuomo.
Anyhow. I’m gonna go drink some whiskey until I no longer feel feelings anymore. High school me is unhappy with Hipster College me.
