Weezer - El Scorcho

I could’ve posted the actual music video for “El Scorcho”, but I think this one is more fitting. In 1996, Weezer did a show in Japan, and in it, Rivers Cuomo is wasted. He sways his guitar left and right, mumbles through the words, and still pulls it off. Like Pinkerton, this performance is both sloppy and charming. One of the unfortunate things I’ve found about reviewing Weezer in near-reverse chronological order is finding gems like the above video, and then realizing that we’re not going to see Rivers, or Weezer, do anything like it again. If only I had a time machine, because I would’ve loved to have watched him do a show, in Japan, completely drunk.

Anyway, moving on.

If there’s one song on Pinkerton that defines the album as a whole, it’s “El Scorcho.” It’s a roller coaster of a song, full of anger, excitement, and loneliness. And it’s masked by one of Pinkerton’s most memorable choruses:

I’m a lot like you, so please, hello, I’m here, I’m waiting
I think I’d be good for you and you’d be good for me

What makes this chorus so meaningful isn’t the words themselves, but the rest of the song’s lyrics that surround it. It wouldn’t take you long to find similar, recycled words in more recent Weezer albums, but Rivers gives us so much context to explain his desperation that even “El Scorcho’s” simple, honest chorus cuts deep. That, and he has a way of sporadically alternating between singing, whining, and yelling in such a way you’d think he has multiple personalities.

At one point Rivers yells:

How stupid is it? I can’t talk about it
I gotta sing about it and make a record of my heart

In just two lines, that’s Pinkerton.