Jukebox Breakdown

Celebrating the songs of Saves The Day
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Sell My Old Clothes,
I’m Off To Heaven

The psychology behind this critic’s dramatic reaction is interesting, primarily because it suggests not that Weezer have become a bad band, but rather they have split from their former selves and are now a different entity altogether. The idea that this new, vapid Cuomo is one separate from the “real” Cuomo – the one who made Pinkerton – is a self-deluding defense mechanism employed to this day by a great many Weezer fan (and exploited, to an extent, by the band with their Memories Tour). Based in the key of C, this song moves from C down to Am, and then to Em, before noodling around F and G major.

At the time, some even managed to interpret empty love song clichés like “It’s all that I can do right now, I’ll make it up to you somehow” and the refrain of “Don’t Let Go” as veiled messages from Cuomo to his biggest fans, urging them not to lose faith in him before his true return. Sweet but not saccharine, earnest but not grave, Archer is designed to hit just the right notes of forthrightness, credibility, and charm.

But for the most part, fans reacted like the author quoted above, not wanting to besmirch their perception of Cuomo the auteur; as Roach saw “the early development of a particular kind of secular devotion” (Goodall 12) in the English actor Thomas Betterton’s “royal” funeral, devoted Weezer fans began to imagine (consciously or otherwise) the old Cuomo had passed from this earth, allowing them to continue and even intensify their worship of him without second thought. The pop scholar automaton slickly stylized on the front cover of Green, then, simply must have been someone else altogether.