Wow, I've always adored Pinkerton and honestly never gave much consideration to the ugly backdrops adorning the album's lyrics, themes, even art. Never connected the Japanese fetish thing. Great piece. As a Mexican-American male more predisposed to pining for curves, I was never drawn to the culture of submissive, skinny women.
This hit close to home from not only the age parallels, but the love for Weezer and how much my girlfriend loved Weezer in 2002 and how we both paid extra at our local Verizon Wireless Amphitheater the day of the show to ditch our friends and get into the pit and how seminal that moment was as a turning point from summer love to emerging relationship. One that lasted through prom, college, marriage.
One Pinkerton song you didn't mention, that was notoriously hard to play on guitar because of all the chord changes, that remains our song, is "Falling For You." We didn't play it at our wedding because that would have been stupid, but it's Pinkerton's finest moment and its least offensive because the chorus is so optimistic and the lines that stick out are decidedly less desperate. In close reading, however, it still fits with your thesis.
But my point is that it's possible to love Pinkerton for its general tones (its sonic goodness, its teenage trepidations about love, its fashion) and enjoy it as a teenager put off by Papa Roach, without delving into the matter and crafting an identity around the record. I'd like to hope I did.
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Wow, I've always adored Pinkerton and honestly never gave much consideration to the ugly backdrops adorning the album's lyrics, themes, even art. Never connected the Japanese fetish thing. Great piece. As a Mexican-American male more predisposed to pining for curves, I was never drawn to the culture of submissive, skinny women.
This hit close to home from not only the age parallels, but the love for Weezer and how much my girlfriend loved Weezer in 2002 and how we both paid extra at our local Verizon Wireless Amphitheater the day of the show to ditch our friends and get into the pit and how seminal that moment was as a turning point from summer love to emerging relationship. One that lasted through prom, college, marriage.
One Pinkerton song you didn't mention, that was notoriously hard to play on guitar because of all the chord changes, that remains our song, is "Falling For You." We didn't play it at our wedding because that would have been stupid, but it's Pinkerton's finest moment and its least offensive because the chorus is so optimistic and the lines that stick out are decidedly less desperate. In close reading, however, it still fits with your thesis.
But my point is that it's possible to love Pinkerton for its general tones (its sonic goodness, its teenage trepidations about love, its fashion) and enjoy it as a teenager put off by Papa Roach, without delving into the matter and crafting an identity around the record. I'd like to hope I did.