When: 7 June 2006
Where: Garvey and San Gabriel
Who: Nobody of note
When sophomore finals ended, I decided to give this album a listen on the way home, and realized how horrible it was. The neighborhood smelled of sautéed sewage.
Next: Hard rocking. Bam. Nothing rocks harder.
When: 6 April 2006
Where: Sierra Madre Villa Station platform elevator
Six years ago today, I was waiting for the train, I was just getting into Weezer with their early work, and I had a lot going through my head. I was trying to think of ideas for movies, but the DBTI film club always locked me out, preferring to do endless edits on three fifteen minute films. They worked on it for years. But I was determined to get something done and had attempted a few scripts. My latest, Dublin, wasn’t really doing it for me. It was more of a running daydream than a script; in retrospect it would be comparable to a cross between Brick and The Boondock Saints, an ambitious fiasco. But at least I felt like I wasn’t spinning my wheels; I had a completed script, actors and props (including a customized green Swingline stapler I still use). I needed to relax, so there I was.
I invented this.
Next: The worst song ever written.
When: May 2005
Where: Sierra Madre Villa Station
Who: My mother
Weather: Warm, clear
AKA “Pain: the sequel”
It was the last real day of school, and for some reason or another I had to carry a ton of weight in my backpack, which already weighed in at 25 pounds. I was dying walking down the block, having begged my mother to pick me up. There she was, and when I got in the car this song was on. Who were these guys, I wondered. I would learn to hate this song.
Next: Reluctantly crouched at the starting line…
When: Midday on a Sunday, September 2002
Where: Eastbound on the 134
Who: My mother
Weather: Hot, dry
This was literally the first time I’d ever heard Weezer. Actually, that’s a lie, I heard “Hash Pipe” in the trailer for the Adam Sandler remake of Mr. Deeds, but that was only three months earlier. They would factor heavily later on, but not for the better.
Next: Foo Fighters give us the worst of the best.