I started out Saturday thinking I’d spend the day at a local art fair buying zombies and trying free jam and dip samples, but my best friend got a call early in the afternoon that she’d won tickets to the Weezer concert that night. She couldn’t go, so I got to take the tickets and attend with my awesome friend Joe.

Somehow I’d made it past Labor Day without attending a single Red Rocks show, even though I live just 20 minutes away in Denver. It was a hell of a summer, but let’s just say that I was so glad to be finally at one of my favorite places on earth to dance on an unusually warm October day.

We arrived just in time to see the end of the opener, X Ambassadors. We made friends with an awesome girl from Hawaii, who was so excited at how tall my friend Joe was. She asked how tall his dad was, and he said “short” and she responded “how tall is short?” I laughed, and said: “how big is small?” Pretty memorable moment with new friends.

We found our seats, near the middle in about row 43. Not too high up, and not too far low. The harvest moon was absolutely perfect, waning after just a few days. It lit up the sky, and we agreed it was one of the best moons at Red Rocks that we’d ever seen.

I had some wine, and we talked about music, art, and began to get ready to dance.

Weezer got on stage just as the sun finished setting, and opened up with “Mexican Fender.” My heart lit up. There’s simply no greater moment than when the band strikes the first chord at the infamous Red Rocks. Started to sing along “My summer love, ooh we oooh/ She loves me, she loves me, she loves me, she loves me not.” The whole ampitheatre was singing together, a choir of kids who love summer, love, and music. The screens showed awesome visuals of flower petals, and sunshine. I was no longer, in the mountains, but at the beach with all my friends, and some Jeeps on the Rocks.

Weezer moved on to “Surf Wax America.” We all were kids that dissented the car: “You take your car to work, I’ll take my board. And when you run out of fuel, I’m still afloat.” The entire audience, this sold out show of 9,525 was ready to surf to work.

They then sang “The Good Life,” and I shook my hips to the guitar riffs. Cause “I don’t wanna be an old man anymore.”

Next was “California Kids.” The “Woah woah” of this song brought everyone together again as a choir. I was so glad these California kids threw me a lifeline.

The next few songs of the set list went like this:

  • Perfect Situation
  • (If You’re Wondering If I Want You To) I Want You To
  • Undone – The Sweater Song
  • Pork and Beans
  • My Name Is Jonas

Then, out of nowhere, I became doubly inspired. The political landscape, discouraging lately in many ways, felt silly. Music, of course would fix things. And yes, “Thank God for Girls” began to play. Images of Hilary Clinton, Beyonce, Barbara Walters, and so many countless, powerful, strong women flashed across the screen. My friend turned to me: “when are you gunna be on the screen.” I smiled, laughed, and kept singing along. “She’s so big, she’s so strong…”

The rest of the concert played out as follows:

  • Hey Ya!
  • Hash Pipe
  • Weekend Woman
  • Feels like summera
  • Beverly hills

Then, the songs I played on the piano in high school broke through the airwaves. I was taken back to those years in the practice rooms, of teen angst, my fingers brushing the minor chords and my rebellious nature.

  • Buddy holly
  • Island in the sun (I took a pill intro)
  • Say it ain’t so

The concert ended, and I happily spun in circles, and walked home, into the moonlight. Thankful for a great night with Rivers Cuomo, Patrick Wilson, Brian Bell, Scott Shriner, and Karl Koch. Weezer,  yes, I say it is is so: you rock.


Fancy Pantz