Dear Weezer,

I remember when you arrived via BMG when I was a sophmore in college. I was very much into my punk rock, but something about your Spike Jonze-directed music videos, made me a big fan. You weren't quite punk or indie or hardcore. Truthfully, you were a bit of a guilty pleasure because you were on a major label. If Jawbreaker only knew, but then we know what happened to those guys. You had a permanent place in my 5 Disc Changer. Ok, I never had a disc changer until a couple of years ago. Yes, it's 2008.

A couple of years pass, and I'm in my last year of college. You decide to pleasantly surprise me with a bouquet of Pinkertons. I admit, I was shocked. The direction you were going with this pop rock was not what I was expecting. You were listened to a couple of years–straight.  You came along road trips, listened to in kitchens, and again, had a permanent place in my Onkyo 25 Disc Changer with Super Bass. And then, you disappeared…

Never to return.

A friend of mine told me you were back in town. Yeah, I Googled you. I was tempted to be your MySpace friend. But, the Weezer I know is dead now. I have a restraining order against new Weezer.

No XOXO For You,

Marty

P.S. - Your Self-Titled/Blue Album Remastered 45th Anniversary 2-Compact Disc Collection with B-Sides (Dusty Gems and Raw Nuggets) reminds me of what you used to be like 

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