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benevolinsolence184 karma

Hey Rivers I just saw you guys in Chicago and Quebec right before that! You were all great, I loved the little song you wrote for Canada and your all blue album set at Riot Fest.

I've loved Weezer since I was 13. The sound is so distinct and quirky, it really resonated with me.

Do you think you'll ever publish "The Fundamentals of Pop Music"?

One thing that always drew me to Weezer was how every song seemed to be part science and part music, I'd love to see the process behind that.

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I am not a trash wheel but judging by the video, it seems like it would go towards transporting the dumpster barges and paying the employees.

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I own a business selling baklava. Not really relevant, just figured I'd mention it cause it sounds similar.

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I'm not sure if I can find this in a text or even just a more complete form but when I was younger (about 13) my mother (a muslim) used to tell me a story I'll probably tell my kids. I don't know if it's just an Egyptian tale or a religious one or just one my mom made up but I find it meaningful.

There was a boy whose life's dream was to go abroad and study. He was an academic at heart and loved to learn but his home country made it difficult for people in his class. He dreamed of coming to a more advanced country and becoming an accomplished scientist.

As he got older he completed his studies at home and made plans to go study abroad. Although he was sure of his goals, his mother objected and fought against his going away. Her husband, also an accomplished academic, had died earlier in the boy's life in a train crash. She was worried about him going on the train, worried about him going to another country and just worried in general.

The day of his trip, she took his passport and left the house. to leave the country, the boy was unable to continue his lifelong pursuit of knowledge. When his mother came home, he was furious with her. She continued to reiterate that it was dangerous and she was doing this for his own good.

After their argument died down, the boy eventually went to sleep. The next morning on the news, a story broke that the train the boy was supposed to be on crashed. With smug self-righteousness the mother went to wake the boy and tell him she was right all along.

She yelled for him to come down and after a few attempts went upstairs to get him out of bed herself. She walked into the boy's room and called his name a few more times. Worried at his lack of response, she went over and began to shake him. Again, no response. She began to frantically remove the covers and try to pick up her son. What she saw stunned her to silence. His body was charred, cold, and lifeless. He had died in his sleep exactly as if he was on the train.

Later on the mother founded a charity to help kids like him from her village follow their dreams. She vowed to never hold anyone back from their pursuits.

It gets kind of dark but I think it helped me a lot because it instilled in me the idea that

a: You should follow your dreams so long as they are pursuits that help humanity.

and b: Your parents can be wrong. It will generally be out of a place of love but nonetheless, there are times where they are wrong.

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