First I want to make something clear: I haven’t listened to this album and have no plans to. I devoted a good seven years of my life to this man so don't tell me I am being a hypocrite. I don't have to listen to it to rail on it. Do you go to the wedding of the ex who is getting married to the girl he cheated on you with before you bitch him out? NO!
Alone: The Home Recordings of Rivers Cuomo is full of eighteen tracks of music that Rivers recorded from 1992 to 2007. I admit that I might really appreciate hearing the original recording of Buddy Holly or unheard songs from the ominous Black Hole album. However, I got fucking principles. Not to mention there just happen to be three other band members involved and yet this is a Rivers Cuomo album?
So why blog about an album I have never heard? Because to this day I cannot retire the disdain and anger I have towards Rivers reprehensible behavior that started with The Green Album. Its not just what happened after Pinkerton, it’s the fact that to this day Rivers still doesn’t realize what he did to some of us. Ten years later he thinks we have all gone away or forgotten. Well I haven’t forgotten about Hash Pipe and I am not alone. If hell continues to freeze over Weezer will make another album and unless time travel is invented and Rivers can go back and tap that talented naïve little boy, we are in for another musical disaster.
People tell me I need to move on with my life, leave The Blue Album and stop singing My Name is Jonas when I am getting fisted by the gyno to calm myself. But I won’t. I refuse. If it wasn’t for that album I wouldn’t know the difference between Three Dog Night and Nate Dog. We can’t forget until one day Rivers is sitting in his Asian pagoda, clutching his guitar, singing El Scorpio in between sobs as he realizes what he did to us. I will never forget.
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Am I going to need to place a patent on "Fisted by the Gyno", or can we both just come to an amicable agreement that I'm going to name my O.B.G.Y.N practice as such?
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