Memories: Weezer

I’ve been off antidepressants for almost a week. The withdrawal symptoms are stupid. Of course, I saw this coming, because I already reduced my dose a couple of months ago, and soon it was going to be time. I was originally planning to use up the rest of the repeats on my prescription, but then the stupid car accident happened, which made it difficult to travel anywhere - including the chemist - so I decided to stop once my medication ran out.

I kept experiencing headaches and dyspnea last week. Thankfully the dyspnea has stopped. It was really scary not being able to breathe at times, and struggling to walk because I had to stop to catch my breath. I suppose it was due to insomnia last week, but I feel alright at the present moment. I guess it’s just a side effect of letting the medication go. It happens. I just know I’ll be okay and I’ll get through it, and come out alright. :)

On Saturday I went to see Weezer live - it’s the first time they’ve been here in sixteen-odd years. Sure, I was only five years old when their legendary self-titled debut album (lovingly known as the Blue Album) came out, and they toured Australia, but that does not stop me from loving them. I heard their songs play on the radio when I was younger, and they would sit as small, finite memories, until I would later discover them in my teenage years and grow to love them in entirety.

I went alone to the concert on Saturday night. After much debate over whether or not to bring my camera, I ended up bringing it and trying to hide it from security. I heard that they are extremely strict at the Sydney Entertainment Centre. I’ve been there a couple of times before and have been horribly annoyed at the fact that I had to empty my water bottle on both occasions. Regardless, I was able to take in my camera and no one seemed to mind. I was early, which landed me a spot in the front row behind the barrier. I always seem to get stuck on stage right, so that night I had a wonderful view of guitarist Brian Bell.

Weezer played a greatest hits set followed by the Blue Album. Tickets were sold out and no one was going to move from their spot so I took photos from the same standing position. I don’t really care for photo passes anymore. I’d rather be standing with all the people and take photos throughout the show - I prefer that, instead of only being allowed to take photos for the duration of three songs with a photo pass. I don’t care that I wasn’t madly close and couldn’t stand in front of the barrier. I had a great time… and my photos aren’t great, but I think they’re an okay effort considering where I was standing.

Honestly, Weezer was the best show I’ve ever been to. I have no more words. I’m sorry. It was just amazing. Hands down, best show I’ve ever been to. I’d pay a hundred dollars to see them again, and I wouldn’t hesitate. I would love to see them again. It’s honestly made me realise how shitty a lot of gigs I’ve been to actually were. It’s made me realise how much money I’ve been “wasting” on gigs… whatever. Weezer was the best.

I actually feel like crying because it’s over and it was beyond amazing. 😢

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