I remember how excited I was. I hocked a bunch of stuff to be able to afford MCIS (Weezer, MyLifewiththe), y’know, nothing important. I remember being shocked by the style of Tonight, Tonight. The sound of the record still takes me back to that time: frustration, anger, feelings of being unwanted, elation, joy, daily epiphanies. It was the new sound. I remember being excited for Flood, but longing for Butch Vig. I made me feel like I belonged. Thank you for helping to make ’95 mean something.