Hello Everybody

Hello everybody, For my part, I’ll fill you in on what I’ve been up to since the summer tour ended. - First of all, I dropped out of school. I didn’t feel like going back. - That means I have more time for music. I’ve been playing shows with some of my Boston friends—Mikey on bass and Zeph on drums (both from a band called Chevy Heston)—trying out the songs that may appear on the next Weezer record. They’re very different from those on Pinkerton and ol’ Blue but I’m not going to tell you how. - I also actually recorded a new album with some other Boston friends, Fred (from the Gigolo Aunts) on drums and Drew (from Tracy Bonham’s band) on bass. This is an album of goofball songs I’ve written over the past six years that were never recorded by Weezer. Some of you might know some of these songs. Most of them are acoustic-y and almost country-ish, but don’t worry, it’s still a cool record. Unfortunately, I have no idea when it’s coming out. - By the way, avoid referring to either of these new bands as “solo projects”. The word “project” makes it sound like I’m working with construction paper and paste. Or that I’m dispassionately pouring hydrochloric acid on rocks to see if they fizzle. I’m not doing anything like that. I’m rocking out. This is a way of life, not a “project”. Also, there’s nothing “solo” about what I’m doing—I’m playing with other guys. I have no interest in playing music by myself. That would be about as much fun as playing tennis by myself or simply playing with myself (which, of course, suffices in a pinch). “Side project” seems a bogus term too, as if the music I’m making now is merely cranberry sauce alongside the roast turkey of Weezer. There’s no need to divide music up into meaningless categories like “side project” or “solo project” or “The Alan Parson’s Project”. We’re all just singing along like one big dysfunctional family. So relax. There’s just a lot of new songs and I want to play them while Pat, Matt, and Brian are busy working on their, um, other bands. - I also now have more time for soccer. I’m the starting left-midfielder on team “Brestchester United” which plays around Massachusetts in the Bay State League. I’ve scored two goals and I’m the fastest man on the field. As the season comes to a close, our team is fighting for second place in the division. - So my typical day is: wake up at 10, lie in bed and listen to Howard Stern for a ½ hour, get up, pee, have coffee, practice piano for an hour, work on songs all afternoon (or, alternately, procrastinate and accomplish nothing), play music with friends and/or go to soccer practice, and finally, at the end of the night, call up a girlfriend for some affection before I go to bed, (although I make sure that the girl is at least 3000 miles away so as to avoid the risk of actually forming some kind of real relationship). That’s a typical day. Sound exciting? It’s not. But I’m having a lot of fun and I’m getting a lot accomplished. There’s a butt-load of new songs waiting to be heard. If you’re in Boston any time soon, check the paper and come see me play.

  • On a sadder note, I must report that, even as a wealthy rock star, I’m still forced to survive on the meager diet of my “starving artist” days, namely Ramen noodles and peanut butter and jelly. Not a day goes by that, hunched over my cheerios, I don’t dream of a hot, well-balanced meal: stir-fry, spaghetti, or mashed potatoes. But this is not to be. All because I was born tragically deprived of man’s natural culinary faculties. Take this report not as a pathetic plea for pity, but rather merely as the unbiased observation of a surprising, if not tragic, fact. Donations of food welcome.
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