The Weezer Cruise: Rivers Cuomo Shows Us His Underwear
My best friend and I recently found ourselves boarding the Weezer Cruise. The red eye from L.A. took us to Miami, where we departed for a five-days-at-sea music carnival, featuring Dinosaur Jr, Sebadoh, the Antlers, Ozma, and, yes, Weezer.
Our shipmates included quirky 30-somethings, bros with cocktails, mermaid muses in bikinis, and pale scensters who never go outside without 70 sunscreen. I was one of the last group. The ship pushed off to Weezer playing the open-air Lido deck.
There were all the trappings of a cruise -- appalling décor, endless food and cocktails in theme containers -- but everything else was Weezer. Weezer tracksuits, light up sweaters, ping pong balls, and even mustaches that were comprised of the Weezer logo.
Me (right) with friend
There was a Weezer television channel in the rooms and Weezer napkins with the drinks. Events included Rivers reading The Pinkerton Diaries -- his book documenting the Pinkerton era -- and a fan led Q&A, featuring questions like "show us your underwear." Rivers' were blue.
In Cozumel, Brian Bell joined fans on an excursion to some Mayan ruins. Rivers went snorkeling. Dinosaur Jr. went parasailing. Bands showed up for activities like wine tasting with the Nervous Wrecklords, rock bingo with Free Energy or the flip cup tournament with the Knocks.
I hooked up with the Sebadoh posse; I had my breakfasts with Jason Loewenstein, woke Lou Barlow up by calling too early, and got Bob D'Amico to dance in the Casino, which is a rare thing. Sebadoh were judging the Cannonball contest and they initially suggested I go in as a ringer and do a terrible cannonball so they could give me perfect scores and everyone could boo.
Me with Jason Loewenstein from Sebadoh