I am packing for a mini-vacation to Dirt Jerz with the wife. She is out running errands and I am in the apartment trying to decide whether to bring the tequila or the vodka, so I just pack both. Buy fresh limes. Irish cheese. Sicilian olives. All the while, listneing to Weezer’s Red Album. Here is not only a return to form, but one of the best rock bands of my generation.
PLEASE NOTE: Listening to the Red Album makes me want to push a sixth grader into a parked car, steal his razor scooter, and kick-push my way through Brooklyn.