“Buddy Holly” and the Crickets of Weezereaction

What’s with these homies, dissing my girl?
Why do they gotta front?
What did we ever do to these guys
That made them so violent?

“Why do you like this song?” my girlfriend asked one time while we were driving somewhere. She had her iPhone plugged into the stereo, and I had been asking her to play various jams before at some point I requested to hear Weezer’s Buddy Holly.

Weezer is one of many bands that would likely be deemed too politically incorrect to be mainstream today, and if present trends continue, may one day be retroactively banned or censored. Of course, there isn’t really anything particularly offensive about their music or lyrics, but that just doesn’t matter anymore. People will find something whether it’s there or not.

I don’t recall being that interested in Weezer when I was in high school. I didn’t own any of their CDs, unless you count the Mallrats soundtrack (of which one of their song Susanne appears.) One thing I’ve discovered about getting older though is that you start to develop a fondness for certain things from when you were growing up (even if you never paid attention to them at the time,) as they come to be more recognizably associated with your “era” and present as alien artifacts to a new generation…like inside jokes that they aren’t in on (and don’t care to be in on.) It’s only long after the fact that you begin to notice that the popular songs, movies etc from your teenage years often subtly speak through cultural references to issues relatable to a particular place and time. The less serious side, is that sometimes even if you hated a song, you may appreciate it later because it will remind you of other good times you were having while you were annoyed that it was playing on the radio. I don’t remember ever being “excited” to hear Chumbawamba’s Tubthumping or Aqua’s Barbie Girl come on the radio in 1997, but if I heard them today I’d probably smile because they’d remind of me of some spring and summer nights that I’ll never get a chance to relive any other way. Of course, it isn’t always a positive association. The reason I never watch The Devil’s Advocate (besides it being a piece of shit movie,) is that my old friend Andrew and I were robbed at gunpoint (and very nearly shot) outside the theater after seeing the film when it came out.

Anyway, I told my girlfriend that Buddy Holly by Weezer was catchy, but that it also had subtle social themes and reactionary undertones I could relate to on some level. Take the following snippet of lyrics which I posted at the beginning of the article:

What’s with these homies, dissing my girl?
Why do they gotta front?
What did we ever do to these guys
That made them so violent?

A less charitable analyst might see that verse and shout “RACIST! NAZI! Rivers KKKUOMO!” under the assumption that “homies” refers to black gangsters, and that the question What did we ever do to these guys that made them so violent? potentially alludes to the problem of black violence and to what extent whites’ historical mistreatment of blacks contributed to the rise of it…as Weezer’s implicit throwback whiteness “Oo-ee-oo I look just like Buddy Holly Oh-oh, and you’re Mary Tyler Moore” suddenly finds itself out-of-place in a downright hostile 90’s America that’s in the process of being overrun by diversity, where Rivers Cuomo’s fashionable homage (even if semi-ironic) to 1950s America would be received with as much welcome as an episode of Happy Days being broadcast to BET audiences in 1995.

This is a highly dubious interpretation though, I mean really reaching, as it seems obvious to me (or anyone my age) that Weezer is probably talking about conflicts with 90’s wigger culture, which most people of the era this was released could relate to. As someone of a more alternative/indie persuasion, I absolutely hated the wanna-be gangster culture of the 90s. I thought it was dumb, ridiculous and featured some of the ugliest people, hairdos and clothing styles I have ever seen. I was a teenager though and a skateboarder, so I occasionally went along aspects with it to fit in when I was with certain groups of friends (and I will admit it was fun to sometimes troll parents and grandparents by speaking in gibberizzle.) The threat of getting into a fight with a bunch of obnoxious wiggers was real though, if you happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and they decided to fuck with you. This might be especially so if you were a raver, goth, punk, skater, rockabilly kid, mod or the kind of nerdcore hipster Rivers Cuomo represents. You’d have stuck out like a sore thumb, and they probably would have talked shit about what you were wearing, called you a “fag,” “bitch,” “freak” or whatever.

So yes, I can relate to the song Buddy Holly as a commentary on the way civilized people must struggle having to deal with violent riff raff disrupting their pursuit of happiness. One can do one’s best to ignore the thugs and morons:

I don’t care what they say about us anyway
I don’t care ’bout that

but ultimately we have to live in the physical world (is there any other kind?) and tuning them out… often isn’t enough.

Brandon Adamson is the author of Skytrain to Nowhere

Remembering to Return Our Videotapes


My earliest familiarity with the work of Bret Easton Ellis was sometime in 1999. I was getting a lap dance from a stripper “named” Juliet at The Body Shop in West Hollywood(we aren’t exactly SWERFs here on the AltLeft.) The stripper told me I reminded her of the main character from American Psycho…not the handsome and future Dark Knight actor, Christian Bale mind you but the actual character from the story.  I don’t recall what creepy shit I must have been muttering in her ear, but I was an edgy, young, narcissistic loner exploring Los Angeles at the time. Her sensing that there was something darker lurking beneath my third rate hipster aesthetic was probably correct.

Don’t ever assume sex workers are stupid by the way.  Many of them make poor life choices and are not traditionally well educated, but they are cunning and know how to survive. Their existence up close and personal with the seedier elements of society exposes them to certain truths which Ivy League graduates are naively oblivious to. If you don’t believe me, just start searching through escort ads on Backpage and notice how many hundreds of them explicitly say “No Black Men.” People often talk about how communism is often romanticized among bougie western hipsters who never had to live under it, while those who lived in communist countries suffered and were often trying to escape. The same can be said of diversity, which people idealize from the safety of their gated communities in Vermont and gentrified Portland neighborhoods, while working class whites don’t have the luxury of entertaining bullshit fantasies about what living in a multicultural society is actually like.

One time in Las Vegas I asked a cab driver what he thought about the idea of someone moving to Vegas. In a thick accent, the origins of which I could not place(possibly Russian,) he told me “It is very cutthroat. If you are an honest guy forget it. You will never make it here. If you are a hooker, pimp, thief, you will do all right.”

Where was I going with this anyway? Ah yes, I brought up Bret Easton Ellis, because he has been making some politically incorrect waves of the AltLeft variety recently.  A lot of people have long suspected Ellis of being a closeted reactionary. Though someone as sexually depraved and anti-corporate culture would probably never be at ease on the right. I suspect that more than anything Ellis is just a another fellow Gen Xer who doesn’t buy into the PC bullshit and recognizes the perverse way in which it is stifling creativity and free thought. It’s the tracks where Tumblr Intersectionalists and billionaire corporate CEOs race together . “All aboard the pathological altruism and opportunistic corporatism express!” Bret Easton Ellis has made clear he is not hopping on that train. Neither should anyone else who values the ability to see things clearly and articulate their observations about the world in any honest and meaningful way. The pressure to conform to the social justice industrial complex is driving young hipster cubicle jockeys of the nouveau corporate world to a sort of “double life” crisis… the private madness of living a lie while knowing the truth.

“Yeah, sorry. I would attend that #BlackLivesMatter rally and candlelight vigil for Tyrone with you after work, but I just remembered I have to return some videotapes…”