Last night was something like my 40th set of music in under a week, and it came on the heels of my second night with My Bloody Valentine (Roseland was amazing). But still it was never in danger of being overlooked: Wednesday was my first evening with Weezer, and Weezer's first with Madison Square Garden (Rivers called it "a dream"). For both of us, though, it was some years too late. That's not for any reasons of performance stamina or proficiency on the band's part: when the material is right, Weezer's infectious, vulnerable pop is powerful as ever. Which is saying something. Namely, it's saying a Weezer show is as good as its setlist. And mostly last night's selection was pretty OK: the show opened with the Blue album's "My Name Is Jonas," and quickly hit my money spot (i.e. anything off Pinkerton) with "Pink Triangle." (Singing "I'm dumb she's a lesbian" with an arena, try it sometime.) And for the rest of the night, as long as we were clear of the mostly unfortunate Red Album, it clicked.
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