When I first heard this song, it was on the Not Alone album. I thought it WAS some kind of joke. But hearing the album version, it sounds like Weezer/Rivers is actually serious. They're trying to have a club hit.
This is such a vast departure from The Red Album. There, it was like Weezer (and Rivers in particular) had finally stopped giving a damn what people thought and just did their own thing, and it made for a fantastic album. Raditude is more in line with The Green Album; it is targeted directly at the mainstream. This song is Exhibit A.
Weezer with a club hit. I could have never even imagined that possibility before.
Come on, folks. Like lots of more recent Weezer songs, this one is a bit tongue-in-cheek and an "old man's" criticism of all the young celebrities who "can't stop partying." And their excuse that they can't help it because it's something you've got to do with your life if you have the money and the fame.
Come on, folks. Like lots of more recent Weezer songs, this one is a bit tongue-in-cheek and an "old man's" criticism of all the young celebrities who "can't stop partying." And their excuse that they can't help it because it's something you've got to do with your life if you have the money and the fame.
Also, Rivers made a comment in a Pitchfork interview about Lil Weezy's rap interlude, how he loved the imagery of Lil Wayne knowing of his impending murder (and in spite of this and because of this Weezy's partying ("like tomorrow...
Also, Rivers made a comment in a Pitchfork interview about Lil Weezy's rap interlude, how he loved the imagery of Lil Wayne knowing of his impending murder (and in spite of this and because of this Weezy's partying ("like tomorrow is my funeral")--and hoping that the killer doesn't kill him at the party ("I pray the killer doesn't kill the life of the party").
So while Weezer wrote the song like a pop-hit, it still has their ironic sensibility. I mean, watch the AOL sessions and you can see Rivers in his ironic glory, rocking with all sincerity, surrounded by ridiculousness. (See his costume changes, his invitation of Kenny G, etc.)
When I first heard this song, it was on the Not Alone album. I thought it WAS some kind of joke. But hearing the album version, it sounds like Weezer/Rivers is actually serious. They're trying to have a club hit.
This is such a vast departure from The Red Album. There, it was like Weezer (and Rivers in particular) had finally stopped giving a damn what people thought and just did their own thing, and it made for a fantastic album. Raditude is more in line with The Green Album; it is targeted directly at the mainstream. This song is Exhibit A.
Weezer with a club hit. I could have never even imagined that possibility before.
Come on, folks. Like lots of more recent Weezer songs, this one is a bit tongue-in-cheek and an "old man's" criticism of all the young celebrities who "can't stop partying." And their excuse that they can't help it because it's something you've got to do with your life if you have the money and the fame.
Come on, folks. Like lots of more recent Weezer songs, this one is a bit tongue-in-cheek and an "old man's" criticism of all the young celebrities who "can't stop partying." And their excuse that they can't help it because it's something you've got to do with your life if you have the money and the fame.
Also, Rivers made a comment in a Pitchfork interview about Lil Weezy's rap interlude, how he loved the imagery of Lil Wayne knowing of his impending murder (and in spite of this and because of this Weezy's partying ("like tomorrow...
Also, Rivers made a comment in a Pitchfork interview about Lil Weezy's rap interlude, how he loved the imagery of Lil Wayne knowing of his impending murder (and in spite of this and because of this Weezy's partying ("like tomorrow is my funeral")--and hoping that the killer doesn't kill him at the party ("I pray the killer doesn't kill the life of the party").
So while Weezer wrote the song like a pop-hit, it still has their ironic sensibility. I mean, watch the AOL sessions and you can see Rivers in his ironic glory, rocking with all sincerity, surrounded by ridiculousness. (See his costume changes, his invitation of Kenny G, etc.)