Today (actually tomorrow) is the 25th anniversary of the release of Weezer's Blue Album. They didn't call it the Blue Album at the time...it was just a self-titled album named after the band. It was one of the masterpieces of the 1990's and had a huge impact on me. Here was a band that rocked hard but didn't wear leather pants, feather boas and sport spiked hair-sprayed hair. Weezer looked like the kind of guys I hung out with. Just some dorks who could play and great music.
So in honor of the anniversary, my son and I joined the band via the magic of lame photo-shop!
