Staring at the Wall.....

I'm bored. I don't even know what I want to talk about....maybe I'll do something non-music related today. Just to switch things up. So, here goes (hold your breaths, this may not work out):

Today's Topic: Wayne's World

I know, I've talked about it before. I'm sure you are even sick of hearing about it from me. But, I really do love this movie. It makes me feel good. In fact, if my professor from me 1:10 class hadn't already seen me in the hall today, I would skip that class and go home now to watch Wayne's World. But, alas, I'm stuck here.

To go back in time and address the moment that this movie came into my life would be hard, because I was so young when I first saw this movie. My brother watched it a lot, and all I knew was that I liked Garth, and I really liked it when Wayne was teasing Garth, "I'm the Leprechaun!". I also knew that I liked hearing the song "Pain Cave", which was on some Wayne's World special on MTV around the time the movie came out. My brother recorded it, and I always asked to hear it, and my brother also learned to play it on his guitar, and I'd often ask him to play it for me.

As I grew up, my love for that movie only strengthened. I watched it a lot, bought the soundtrack, found a button (that is now displayed proudly in my car) with Wayne and Garth on it, and I worshiped every moment of the movie.

Favorite parts of the movie: Of course the part where they are singing "Bohemian Rhapsody", in fact that is my all time favorite song. One day, I'll explain that in it's own special topic.

In the donut shop:

Stacy: Well, don't you want to open your present?
Wayne Campbell: If it's a severed head I'm going to be very upset
Stacy: Open it.
Wayne Campbell: What is it?
Stacy: It's a gun rack.
Wayne Campbell: A gun rack... a gun rack. I don't even own *a* gun, let alone many guns that would necessitate an entire rack. What am I gonna do... with a gun rack?
Stacy: You don't like it? Fine. You know Wayne, if you're not careful, you're going to lose me.
Wayne Campbell: I lost you 2 months ago. We broke up. Are you mental? Get the net!


Garth under the table: "Did you ever see that "Twilight Zone" where the guy signed a contract and they cut out his tongue and put it in a jar and it wouldn't die, it just grew and pulsated and gave birth to baby tongues? Pretty cool, huh?"


The part where they are talking about not selling out to a sponsor: "Contract or no, I will not bow to any sponsor." And, they are advertising all of these products at the same time: "Ah, Nuprin. Little. Yellow. Different."

And, of course:

[Wayne and Garth are lying on the hood of the mirth-mobile, staring at the starlit sky]
Garth Algar: Sometimes I wish I could boldly go where no man has gone before... but I'll probably stay in Aurora. What are you thinking about?
Wayne Campbell: Cassandra. She's a fox. In French she would be called "la renarde" and she would be hunted with only her cunning to protect her.
Garth Algar: She's a babe.
Wayne Campbell: She's a robo-babe. In Latin she would be called "babia majora".
Garth Algar: If she were a president she would be Baberaham Lincoln.
[a brief pause]
Garth Algar: Did you ever find Bugs Bunny attractive when he put on a dress and played girl bunny?
Wayne Campbell: No.
[cracks up laughing]
Wayne Campbell: ...No.
Garth Algar: Neither did I. I was just asking.




Great movie. It is a huge part of my life. I don't know what I'd do without it. Sometimes, it is the only way I can get out of a bad mood. You may think I'm crazy for choosing this movie as my favorite, especially when there are so many classic films out there. But, it makes me happy. That is all that matters. I do like classic movies, I love them. Who knows maybe someday I will replace Wayne's World with a more classic movie as my favorite, like "Casablanca" or "Citizen Kane". NOT! (hehe...Wayne and Garth would be proud!)

p.s. Spell check did NOT like the word Baberaham...hehe

Okay, so a shift in topic, but, an okay shift...as far as I'm concerned.

Today's Topic: Learning to listen to an album for the first time.

Okay, so, I know we've all done it. You buy a brand new album. Open it up, place it into your car CD player, or a CD player at home. Push play. Listen to the first song (or the song that you know from the album), then, all of the sudden, you aren't listening to it anymore. You are either yelling at some guy riding your bumper, reading, playing a video/computer game, or doing your Sociology homework that is due the next day. And, then, when you realize that you haven't been paying attention, the album ends, and you haven't heard a single note (except for the one or two times that your ear flicks it's attention towards the speakers).

So, you conclude that the album must have been boring, b/c it couldn't grasp and hold onto your attention. Then, you place it at the bottom of your CD tower, and reach for an album you know is good.

I've lived this more times than you'll ever know. And, I'm determined to stop...So, to help myself and my fellow music lovers, I have come up with a list of tips to help you fully listen and actually hear the music that you have just purchased.

1) Wait until you get home- Don't put it in your car cd player. Usually the system in your car isn't good enough to actually hear tiny elements of the song, or street noise can mask hidden qualities that are important to the song. Once you have listened to it two to three times, then you can listen to it in the car.

2) Do nothing when you listen to it- Don't read, don't go on-line, don't even flip through the newest issue of Rolling Stone. Just sit there and listen. That is why this journal is called "Staring at the Wall.....and other things along the way....". The only way I can appreciate a piece of music is if my mind is blank, and nothing is distracting me. I just lay on my bed and listen...nothing else.

3) Headphones are preferred- I will begin this explanation with a story. I bought an album a while ago, and put it into my stereo in my room. I listened to the first few songs, and hated it. I couldn't stand the sound, and wished that I hadn't waisted the money. Then, when I was at the pool, I decided to give it a second chance. So, I put it into my portable cd player, and listened to it through my headphones. It sounded completely different. I heard subtle sounds that I had never heard before. It sounded perfect. Then, I let my mom listen to a song from that album, sans headphones, and she hated it. And, I pretty much didn't like it either. The only way that album sounds great is if it is heard via headphones. Some albums are just like that. So, it is best to listen to an album with headphones first. You can hear things clearly, and closer, and I can pick up on things that makes a song great.

4) Listen to it more than two times- I usually don't like an album the first time around. The songs always seem bland to me (for an example, see the Weezer saga below, from a few weeks ago). Because I'm not familiar with the songs, I just decide that I don't like it. So, for me to fully appreciate an album, I have to listen to it at least three to five times. If I still don't like it after the fifth time, I sell it. But, always give it more than two chances.

5) Give it a break- If you do listen to it several times, and you either like it or hate it, wait a week or two before you listen to it again. You may hear it a week later and think, "why the hell did I give this a good review on my website...this album sucks!" I went through that several times. Or the opposite, you may think an album sucks, but then, a week later, it has a different sound, and you can't stop listening to it. I've even come across albums that I thought I didn't like maybe a year or more ago, and because of things going on in my life, or maybe an evolution that has taken place in regards to my music appreciation, I hear it differently.

6) No album is perfect- Every album has that one song that is horrible. That one song that if you can't reach the skip button in time, the whole listening experience is ruined. Embrace this fact. Don't punish an entire album or band just because one bad egg got in. Just skip it, or maybe burn the album onto another disk, sans that song(s).

7) Don't listen to other people/reviews- I have found that if I really like an album, and I recommend it to someone, and they hate it. I sometimes let that influence my decision about whether I like it or not. For example, The White Stripes. I loved them. My brother, he hated them. He pointed out things about their music, that are true, but I had never payed attention to. So, every time I tried to listen to them, the albums were ruined. I couldn't listen to them and enjoy it in the same way. I let him influence my own opinions. Then, a few months later, I listened to them again and thought, so what if they aren't perfect, I like their music. They make me happy, who the hell cares what he thinks. Granted, Meg uses the symbols WAY too much, and sometimes I can't make it all the way through the album if I have a pre-existing headache, but at least I can enjoy it again. Album reviews are usually wrong too, the good and bad ones. So, listen to your own thoughts, not to others.

8) Read the lyrics as you go- During the second go 'round, read the lyrics (if available). It always helps me get into the song more. I feel the emotions and energy better if I have those available. I've been known to even start liking a previously hated song, just b/c I read the lyrics and noticed something that made it more personal/special to me.

So, take these tips as not only helpful guidelines, but as warnings of ways NOT to listen to music. I've waisted many an afternoon not listening to an album, and thinking I had. Then deciding I didn't like it. It isn't fair to the band, everyone involved with the album, or yourself if you don't truly hear the music.

I hate mondays...Although, Prison Break comes on Mondays...so, that is a good reason to look forward to Mondays...so, I believe I will retract my last statement and say, I hate Mondays pre-Prison Break. Weekends are too fast...Weeks are too slow...and I am very tired, and anxious to get home so I can do something more interesting with my time.

Today's Topic: The Killers

Yummy..what a violent name they have. I am a pacifist...but, I do love me some Killers. So, on to the obligatory history of my love for them:

(Once again picture Wayne and Garth pushing you forth into another flash-back)

Actually, gasp of shock, I don't remember when I started liking the Killers. I don't even remember buying their album. I just know that one day it appeared in my collection of carefully selected albums. I remember, at first, not liking them too much. I thought that they were a wee bit too 80s. I think on one of my old web pages I even stated that they needed to lose the keyboard b/c the majority of 80s bands were "one-hit wonders for a reason". OUCH! Talk about too harsh Sarah! I apologize now for that statement, and plan on punishing myself harshly.

The more and more I listened to them, the more I enjoyed them. I embraced their sound/their funk if you will/and even their keyboards. The music makes me happy, and it reminds me of that 80s sound that we all deny that we ever liked. I mean, it isn't really that strong of an 80s sound, it is just stronger than in comparison to other bands today.

So, the album: Great album, a must own from the newer music selection out there. I'm not too crazy about "Somebody Told Me". I mean, I love the song...but, it is my least favorite song. I think maybe if I understood the chorus more, I'd like it.

The chorus:

"Well somebody told me
You had a boyfriend
Who looked like a girlfriend
That I had in February of last year
It's not confidential
I've got potential"

What the hell does that mean. So, somebody had a boyfriend, and he looked like your girlfriend...what kinda man-ish type girls do you date? Or, what kinda girlish type dudes does that person date? And, why would it be confidential? I mean, dating is pretty much public record, for the most part. And, if you are dating man-ish type gals, I don't think you have much potential...just my opinion though.

However, I do like the opening lyrics: "Breaking my back just to know your name
Seventeen tracks and I've had it with this game"....I love the way that song opens. Great energy, and the lyrics in that section are great. I know what it is like to have a huge crush on some guy and not be able to sleep b/c I have no clue as to what his name is. I mean, that is a painful experience. That may not be what that lyric is about, but that is what it means to me...and, I promote the use of reading one's own meaning into lyrics/poetry/etc....

Favorite songs? "All these things that I've done", "Andy, You're a Star", "Believe Me Natalie", "Mr. Brightside"

Great album, great band, I ache for a new album or single...anything to get me through the boring times that is our radio broadcasting systems now.

Get the CD...even if you don't think you like that sound...they really are one of the most original things out right now...and, amongst all of the Britney and Good Charlotte (sorry to even mention those names amongst the wonder that is the Killers) clones out there, it is your best bet to get into this band! You wont regret it, unless you try too hard to understand that one song...someone, please....explain it!

I'll write something later....just thought I'd share this.

You Are 40% Weird

Normal enough to know that you're weird... But too damn weird to do anything about it!

Hello! Sorry it has been a while...I believe I'll just delve right into the topic of the day, rather than bore you with what is going on in my life....

Today's Topic: Pearl Jam!

Okay, I know some of you who know me (most of the people that know me though aren't even aware that I have a Journal here, so none of you are here anyway...so, never mind) were wondering when I'd talk about Pearl Jam. Well, I am today.

Yes, Pearl Jam is my favorite band. They are the best thing to come out of the whole Seattle scene. Those who don't like them must have never heard them. Those who like them, love them. Those who are trying to make sense of what I'm saying, are bored now.

So, let us flash back, once again, to the day that I "discovered" Pearl Jam. But, first, a background of the Pearl Jam in my life: I've always simi-liked them. I grew up listening to them through the vent in my room, as my brother listened to them. However, I was young then, and tried to drown the sounds out with my Fisher-Price record player (I listened to mostly the Dirty Dancing soundtrack or maybe some Janet Jackson...yes, I had a HUGE R&B phase in my life. It has passed, but I still listen to it now and then). Then, in middle school, my mom bought "Ten" at the Record Exchange for like $3 (it was on tape). She liked "Black", so that is all of that album I really go to hear.

Then, the fateful day when I, myself, realized the joy that is Pearl Jam. New Years Eve, about a half an hour before 1999. I was at a sleep over at a friends house. We were waiting for the ball to drop, and we were flipping through the channels, landing on MTV. "Jeremy" was on. I'll admit, Eddie was the first thing to catch my eye. I was going through a long hair phase then (and even still now...gotta love the long hair on a guy), where the only guys I'd look at looked exactly like Eddie. Then, I thought...he is hot...I know Pearl Jam from my brother and mom...I know I like their music...why not start liking them full time.

Then, as I bought each album (Yield first) it became less and less a school girl crush, and more and more of just worshiping their sound, their lyrics, their Pearl Jammy-ness. It seemed like it took me forever to collect all of their albums. Then, once I did that, I began collecting their singles, soundtracks they were on, magazines they were in, movies/videos they were in (Singles is a great movie! You need to see it!).

Then, it happened. The peak of my Pearl Jam worshiping. I saw them in concert. I was in shock the whole time. It was a dream. The best concert of my life. My heart pounds just thinking of it. I was towards the back of the stadium (it was outside), it was raining and my back was soaked, but I didn't realize it until I left. It was like I had been out of my body for three hours...and, then when we left, I was like, "Wow, I'm wet..what happened?" It scared me, but also excited me.

It was the best experience of my life. They played everything I wanted to hear (except for "Dirty Frank"..I've given up on ever hearing that live).

So, favorite album of theirs? "No Code". Best PJ album by far. It is perfect, and most of the PJ posers have never even heard it. Most stick with "Ten" (which is a great album, but the only album that said posers can remember).

Favorite song? "Given to Fly". It is a great song that makes me feel things that I've never felt with a song before, especially if I haven't heard it in a while. It is one of the many songs I want played at my funeral. It is also a great song to drive to.

So, why should you listen to Pearl Jam? One, because I do, and as we've now realized, I know more than you when it comes to what is good and what is bad in music (just kidding by the way). Two, they are the only band from the "grunge" thing that is still making GOOD music, that people still hear. Three, they continue to evolve. Each album has it's own element that makes it special (no matter which drummer they have...by the way, if Matt leaves, I'll mourn for years and years to come....please don't leave us Matt!) Four, why not listen to them? I mean, it is Pearl Jam. They wrote "Release" and other songs that make you smile and cry all at the same time.

To close, some lyrics.

"Given To Fly"
by: Pearl Jam

He could've tuned in, tuned in
But he tuned out
A bad time, nothing could save him
Alone in a corridor, waiting, locked out
He got up outta there, ran for hundreds of miles
He made it to the ocean, had a smoke in a tree
The wind rose up, set him down on his knee

A wave came crashing like a fist to the jaw
Delivered him wings, "Hey, look at me now"
Arms wide open with the sea as his floor
Oh, power, oh

He's.. flying
Whole
High.. wide, oh

He floated back down 'cause he wanted to share
His key to the locks on the chains he saw everywhere
But first he was stripped and then he was stabbed
By faceless men, well, fuckers
He still stands

And he still gives his love, he just gives it away
The love he receives is the love that is saved
And sometimes is seen a strange spot in the sky
A human being that was given to fly

High.. flying
Oh, oh
High.. flying
Oh, oh
He's flying
Oh, oh

I hope I'm not stressing you out too much by posting on a Saturday. I know this is a little out of the ordinary. I'll try to go slower this time with my post so that you don't become disoriented and run into a wall or something.

Today's Post: Foo Fighters

I know, you were wondering when I'd talk about a band that you've heard of (when reading that statement, forget that I talked about Led Zeppelin and Weezer only days ago, or else you will become confused and run into a wall again).

So, I, like everyone else fell in love with the Foo whilst watching the "Big Me" video. I think this band will be around forever. With each album they get better (although, "One by One" wasn't their best).

"The Colour and the Shape" is my favorite Foo album. I think it really is their best, and also I have memories attached to it, that I won't go into here. My favorite Foo Fighters song on that album is "February Stars", and my brother never fails to point out the actual February stars during that month.

I, geekily enough, named my car after a Foo song,"Aurora". Hell yeah I remember Aurora!

So, now that I got all the credentials of my Foo Fighter's love out of the way, I will explain my love for them. One, I love that one moment Dave will be screaming, sounding like an aneurysm waiting to happen. And, then, the very next second he sounds as if he is crooning a baby to sleep. I think it takes a lot of vocal talent to pull that off, and have it sound as great as it does.

I also love the energy of every song, even the slower ones. I can never not move whilst listening to them (I need to stop with the double negatives).

I went to a Foo concert a few years ago. They were touring with Red Hot Chili Peppers (whom I will eventually talk about). It was a great show. I wish that they could have played longer, but they were more of a opener for RHCP. Dave is hilarious, and he puts on a great show. I hope that everyone gets a chance to see a Foo show.

Their new album, "In Your Honor" is WONDERFUL! You must own it. When I heard that it was going to be a double album (one side hard rock, and one side soft rock) I was so happy that my head almost shot off of my head in an explosion of ecstasy! The whole album is great, and sure to become a Foo classic.

As a "grunge" (I hate that term as well, but if I said it any other way, no one would know what I was talking about) listener, I know that you will hate me for saying this, but I'm glad that Nirvana is no longer together (no, I'm NOT saying I'm glad Kurt is dead, I'm saying I'm glad Dave isn't in Nirvana anymore). I think that if he had stayed the drummer (of any band) his true talent would have been held back. He was made to be the front man. He is a great singer, great writer, and great entertainer. All of that would have never been recognized had he stayed behind his drum kit. I love that he started his own thing, something most drummers can't say for themselves. I mean, how many ex-drummers have their own major bands now? None, that I know of. They leave the band for unexplained reasons, and disappear. I think that there must be some kind of other plane of existence out there that all the ex-drummers of the world slip into, and are to never be heard of again. I'm just thankful that Dave escaped unscathed.

The band is great. Their music is even better. Their shows are unforgettable. And, I hope that they are my generation's Rolling Stones. They will get older and older, never die, and just keep giving us more and more music.

I know I have already talked about Jeff Buckley, but yesterday and today I've been listenig to him, and thinking more and more about him. So, here I go again....on my own (sorry for the cheesy hair band song quote):

Today's topic (a repeat, but a much deserved one): Jeff Buckley




I was driving home from Tai Chi, the moon was full and Jeff was once again alive in my car speakers (I was listening to Grace by the way). And, for the first time...I heard the album. I had always claimed to have experienced every tiny molecule of this album....but, I was far from even understanding it. I don't know what happened. Something just clicked as I was driving down the road, moon in my hand, "Lilac Wine" blaring out of my car window. I felt something deeper. I heard something, especially with that song, that I had never heard before. A silent emotion in his voice, a deeper connection with the lyrics, something. But, as I was singing (off key as usual) I started to smile and cry a little all at the same time.

Sometimes I may have trouble understanding what a certain lyric from his song is about, but I am always connected to it. I feel it. I can almost see it swirling out from his lips. I can smell the emotions, the sweat, the vibes that he put into each and every song he gave to this world. When I listen to him, I am not only haunted by his memory, his short life, but every inch of his soul that he put into his music and his life.

So many wonderful things have been said about Jeff, but my favorite is what he has said about himself and his music:

"I don't really need to be remembered, I hope the music's remembered" - Jeff Buckley

If people do not begin to realize just how talented this man was, the world may not end...but, if people do not begin to appreciate and remember his music, his legacy, his dream...the world would be disappointing.

I wish that Jeff were alive. I wish he could continue to make music. And, I wish he were a household name. But, I am fine with driving down the road of my boring little world, moon in my hand, and Jeff and his music by my side, guiding me along the way.


Lilac Wine
(Written by J. Shelton- performed by others, but best heard from J. Buckley)

I lost myself on a cool damp night
Gave myself in that misty light
Was hypnotized by a strange delight
Under a lilac tree
I made wine from the lilac tree
Put my heart in its recipe
It makes me see what I want to see
and be what I want to be
When I think more than I want to think
Do things I never should do
I drink much more that I ought to drink
Because (it) brings me back you...

Lilac wine is sweet and heady, like my love
Lilac wine, I feel unsteady, like my love
Listen to me... I cannot see clearly
Isn't that she coming to me nearly here?
Lilac wine is sweet and heady where's my love?
Lilac wine, I feel unsteady, where's my love?
Listen to me, why is everything so hazy?
Isn't that she, or am I just going crazy, dear?
Lilac Wine, I feel unready for my love...

You may be asking yourself, "Self, why has Sarah been posting more? And why is she posting now when she usually doesn't post even two days in a row, let alone two posts in a day. And, Self, why isn't she working on her Senior Seminar project?" Well, You, first of all, I'm bored. Second, I missed you. Third, I don't want to work on that project now, and you can't make me. Finally, how did you know about that project? I'm a little freaked out by how much you know about me.

Today's Topic (the second topic, I guess): Led Zeppelin

The saying "they don't make them like they used to" is so true. Cliche? Yes. But, true. I don't think my life would be complete without this band. I was empty until they entered my life. It all started on a magnificent day in late...well, I don't remember what the hell time of year it was...I just remember that it was a wonderful time.......

(Imagine now being whisked away into my memories, but don't touch anything while you are there. Also, imagine the scene in Wayne's World where they are changing the endings. Side note: the Scooby Doo ending was the best!)

I was listening to the radio, my high school mind horribly underdeveloped in my music choices. And, I was craving something. I don't know what. Originality? Yes. A song that actually had a guitar solo? Yes. Rock gods? Definitely.

I began searching on Amazon.com, like I always do when I feel this way. I spent literally an hour searching through one crappy band after another. Finding nothing. An hour later, after realizing that I don't really like Metallica (don't ask me why, I just don't...if you really want to know, check out my website...my explanation is under "The untouchables"), I find a band that of course I had heard before, but had never entered into my music appreciation. That band is, of course, Led Zeppelin. And thus a true music lover was born.

I ran to my mother's room, grabbing the two Zepp. albums that I knew she had, "In through the out door" and "Physical Graffiti". Ran to my room and gently placed the first disc of Graffiti into my cd player. I haven't left that frame of mind since.

Graffiti is my favorite album. Period. No other album, by any band, can top that magical journey that is this album. It also helps that this album has my all time favorite song, "Ten Years Gone" on the second disc. It also helps that that song has my favorite quote of all time, "An' though the course may change sometimes Rivers always reach the sea ." Great song.

So, yeah, their newer stuff isn't as revolutionary. And, I don't strain myself to hear much of their solo stuff. The band is a gift to this world. Mine. And everyone else's.

So, if I am reminding you of a great band...then dig into your album collection and grab up every one of theirs that you own and re-introduce yourself to the majesty. If I am introducing you to them, but you have heard of them, what is your problem? Why has it taken you so long to listen to them? If you have never heard of them, what rock were you living under? And, can I come over sometime?

Well, I will finish, with the only thing that is worthy of the ending of this post, Led Zeppelin lyrics. Guess which song? If you guessed "Turn the Page", you are horribly wrong, and that isn't even the right band. I told you, I don't like Metallica...seriously, which rock do you live under, and when I come over should I bring some veggie burgers? If you guessed "Down by the Seaside", then you are closer b/c, one, it is the correct band and, two, it is the song before "Ten years Gone" (which, if you can't pick up on hints, is the song you will be reading now).

Ten Years Gone

Then as it was, then again it will be
An' though the course may change sometimes
Rivers always reach the sea
Blind stars of fortune, each have several rays
On the wings of maybe, down in birds of prey
Kind of makes me feel sometimes, didn't have to grow
But as the eagle leaves the nest, it's got so far to go

Changes fill my time, baby, that's alright with me
In the midst I think of you, and how it used to be

Did you ever really need somebody, And really need 'em bad
Did you ever really want somebody, The best love you ever had
Do you ever remember me, baby, did it feel so good
'Cause it was just the first time, And you knew you would

Through the eyes an' I sparkle, Senses growing keen
Taste your love along the way, See your feathers preen
Kind of makes makes me feel sometimes, Didn't have to grow
We are eagles of one nest, The nest is in our soul

Vixen in my dreams, with great surprise to me
Never thought I'd see your face the way it used to be
Oh darlin', oh darlin'

I'm never gonna leave you. I never gonna leave
Holdin' on, ten years gone
Ten years gone, holdin' on, ten years gone

I know I'm writing at a weird time of day, but I was driving to the college and I was listening to the Weezer album for the third day in a row. And, I realized three things. Here they are:

Today's Topic: Weezer clarification

One: I was wrong, as everyone has the right to be. There are NO bland/boring/dull songs on this album. I'm sorry...that was wrong of me to say...and I was WAY off the mark on that one.

Two: Even though I don't like the lyrics to "Best Friend", b/c it is sappy and just not your typical Weezer lyrics....it is a very "catchy" tune. I can't help but sing to it when I hear it. I may not like where Rivers is going with that one, but I can't help but like the song. So, yes it is a guilty pleasure (along with the other two songs I mentioned in my review last time). But, still a lame song.

Three: I must have overlooked the most horrible song (and only horrible song) on the album. "Freak Out" (I think that is the name of the song)...that song, I don't care if it has the slightest element of being "catchy", SUCKS! The lyrics are lame, and I don't know...it angers me to hear it.

So, to sum up. The three songs I mentioned in my last post ARE lame, but I enjoy listening to them. Even if the lyrics make me cringe. The only song not worthy of that album and that band is "Freak Out". If you want to keep respecting Weezer skip that song and enjoy the other wonderful songs the band provided you.

Well, bye...I'll be back some other time and get back to our regularly scheduled programming. I plan on talking about Led Zeppelin next time. Until then, goodbye and, well....see you.