Oxymoron: n. pl. ox·y·mo·ra (-môr, -mr) or ox·y·mo·rons
A rhetorical figure in which incongruous or contradictory terms are combined, as in a deafening silence and a mournful optimist.

Add to that 'Weezer Concert.'

Never in a million years could I imagine the crowd that was at a show featuring a band with songs that name drop such things as Dungeons and Dragons, the lesser known (if that's possible) members of Kiss, as well as a 5-minute masterpiece based on a sweater. Now, I'm not saying that because you dress a certain way then you're an asshole or whatever, but, entering the venue was like stepping into an American Eagle or Old Navy modelling session. Jocks, preps, prepjocks, as far as the eye could see. I lost count of how many golf shirts my eyes were taking in, not to mention how many pairs of disgusting feet were revealed through the flip-flops that graced the floor. I suppose it's just the same as the black-haired, tight-shirted, tight-denimed and pierced kids that I usually have to spend the evening with, but nevertheless it was odd.

Anyways, we arrived a bit late so we wouldn't have to wait in line, and therefore missed half of the opening act. Some band called Ringside or something I think? I really don't know/care. We saw about 4 songs by them and it was just atrocious. Why do bands just assume they don't need a bassist? It pisses me off very much so that shitty 'bands' such as this get to tour and open for such well established bands like Weezer, but that's a whole other rant.

Weezer took the stage with the ritulistic lighting up of the metal =W=. They kicked things off right away by jumping into "Tired Of Sex." It was kinda weird at first for a number of reasons. Number one: This is my favorite song, so it was somewhat of a let down for them to just play it first; I would have prefered if they played it near the end so that I could have something to look forward to. Number two: This is one of the more energetic Weezer songs, and it just seemed like they were doing their best to look bored. Rivers looked like a statue as his feet were planted for the entire song, though I believe he slightly shifted his upper body to the right a little bit during his solo; nevertheless, it was still absolutely amazing. These guys are tighter than any screamo kid's new jeans.

The set was a great mix of old classics as well as a couple samples from the recently released album. There was much more of a Pinkerton theme than I had expected, so that was much appreciated.

The crowd kept chanting for "El Scorcho" to be played in between every single song. It was rather annoying, and I was very glad that they didn't end up playing it at all.

The band didn't seem to have very much energy at all, at least not like in the Matt Sharp days, but there was still something amazingly captivating about them. Of course, that could be just because you see them on TV every day so it's kinda odd to have them right in front of you. Either way, they played an excellent set in every aspect, from the song selection to the dead-on vocal harmonies; it was everything anyone could have wanted. Minus the akward crowd and the stench of Axe body spray of course.

Set list (I'm pretty sure, and yes, this is just copied from the Weezer site and edited):

• Tired Of Sex
• In The Garage
• No One Else
• This Is Such A Pity
• Buddy Holly
• Photograph
• Hold Me
• Getchoo
• Say It Ain't So
• We Are All On Drugs
• Island In The Sun
• My Name Is Jonas
• Peace
• Beverly Hills
• Hash Pipe
• Haunt You Every Day
• Undone (The Sweater Song)
• The Good Life