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Weezers primary fault is that they look to the past for answers about the future. After the commercial failure of their emotional sophomore release, Pinkerton, lead singer Rivers Cuomo sought desperately to recreate the mainstream success of their self-titled debut. The latest material, however, tries far too hard to appeal, and the unique edge the band once championed has become a tired sound. This transformation was manifest clearly at their recent Jones Beach performance.
Before the show even started, the crowd was uncomfortable. The choice of venue, an outdoor amphitheatre on the beach, was an odd one given the cold, autumn wind. But deciding to face the weather, dedicated fans came with winter hats and high spirits. These sentiments, however, quickly changed as the icy tide came in and soaked the feet of the first several rows. A weak performance from opening band The Start did not help to regenerate interest.
Since Cold, who had been performing as the second opening act, had recently dropped off the tour, Weezer took the stage early, opening their set just after sundown with Island in the Sun. Cuomo led the perfunctory performance with his characteristic reticence and apathy, not acknowledging or reciprocating the audiences energy until, at one random point between songs, he shouted, Can you hear me? He could be heard, but he couldnt be felt.
The band continued by cycling through mainstream hits such as The Sweater Song, Hash Pipe, and Say It Aint So, confirming their commercial desires by eschewing with only one exception songs from the abstruse yet beautiful Pinkerton.
What Cuomo failed to realize was that the MTV crowd for which he now writes was not in attendance. Consequently, the true fans filling the venue were left with a feeling of emptiness and disappointment as the band moved from one radio single to the next, remaining lackadaisically stationary onstage. And while Cuomo does have his depressed, geek image to maintain, it wouldnt hurt the band to at least feign interest in a crowd that traveled to see them.
The sole escape from the sludge of commercial-oriented ditties was a heavy metal rocker titled Your Room. And though fans appeared confused at first, occasional, reluctant nods quickly turned into full-on headbanging.
As the crowd cheered on the bands spontaneity, Cuomo, not surprisingly, apologized for performing the song. |
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