All the great post-Pinkerton Weezer songs you missed.

Over the years, as everybody pretty much lost all interest in a post-Pinkerton Weezer, I still always made sure to give every release a solid couple of listens... Just in case... and along the way I discovered some really great songs interspersed amongst the Hashpipes, Beverly Hills, and Franks & Beans.... So, for all of you who loved Weezer way back when, but have never heard any full albums after THE TWO, I meticulously handpicked a playlist chock full of really really fantastic songs that sadly got lost in the noise of crappy singles. Seriously, all of the songs on this playlist are freakin great! Some of them - especially from “Everythjng will be Alright in the End” - have that sound we’ve all been hoping for over the years, but just never noticed! SO, here ya go! I waded through the crap, to get these hidden gems into some ears and hearts. Enjoy.







MYKEE’S WEEZER SPOTIFY PLAYLIST

SURPRISE! A shitty Weezer covers album is here!

SURPRISE! Riding on the tails of success of their Toto cover, Weezer surprise dropped a full album of cover songs today, another self titled ‘color’ record being called “The Teal Album” - Continuing to prove themselves as the #1 most consistently underwhelming and disappointing band in the history of popular music. They put out two beloved masterpieces, and then flop after flop of boring radio rock nonsense for a good 15 years straight! There’s always a few gems hidden in each album, but, come on already! Give us what we want! Every time they release another self titled album with a color name, there’s always that hope that MAYBE they brought it back to the goodness of Blue, or when there’s an album with a weird name, there’s hope that MAYBE they brought it back to the goodness of Pinkerton.. but, nope.. Pork & Beans, every damn time! Now, don’t get me wrong, this is a pretty solid collection of covers, but godamn, the selection of songs could have been pulled from a folder labeled “Songs that EVERY FREAKIN BAND EVER covered from 1996-2005” - So many obvious and over done songs! Like freakin ‘Sweet Dreams’ ‘Take on Me’ ‘Everybody Wants to Rule the World’ and ‘Billie Jean’ - and on top of it, they did each one of those songs EXACTLY like the original! Sometimes my mind drifted for a moment, and I thought I was listening to the real version.. They might as well have just recorded vocals over a karaoke track! If you’re gonna do such unoriginal covers, at least make em your own and do something different and exciting! THAT being said, the other half of the record has some better choices (still kinda ‘meh’ though) like ‘Happy Together’ ‘Mr. Blue Sky’ and even Sabbath’s ‘Paranoid’ - and it’s like they changed their mind halfway through recording the album and decided to start putting their Weezer sound on the songs, and the album gets much more entertaining and fun to listen to! All in all, if a Weezer covers album came out back in the day, when all these covers were a bit more fresh, I would have ate this thing up and loved every second! But, these days, it would have been awesome to hear this band put their own spin on some deeper cuts and some more beloved songs.. I mean, doing TLC’s ‘Scrubs’ is kinda neat, but also kinda embarrassing and dumb.... I dunno... it’s worth a listen i guess, but the whole album just kinda feels like every Weezer album since the Green album; forgettable and underwhelming. Ah well, at least they’re consistent. • I listened to the whole thing during my traffic filled commute to work, and had some thoughts to get out. So, now i can get on with my day. See ya.

The Long Lost "4-Crack Sessions"

Around 2002-2005 i lived in Florida and New Jersey... during those times i spent a lot of time alone, smoking weed, and recording LOTS of weirdly beautiful (but mostly crazy and insane) music on my 4-track.. These recordings were converted to digital files a few years later.. then after the "Great hard drive crash of 2009" seemingly lost to the ages.

Now, in a glorious twist of fate, my dear friend Matthew has uncovered the feared lost masterpieces on an old harddrive! So, here i present to you some of my most musical genius moments of insanity and thought provoking journeys into the mind of a slightly insane, creative, lonely, lost, and inspired Mykee.

(Including: recordings of beautiful classical guitar melodies with my stoned self going back and singing nonsense lyrics over top, a made up language, a talking Simpsons watch from Burger King, a story created around the play and literary classic Our Town, song about my old chihuahua, a cover of "That Thing You Do" from the movie of the same name, a couple emotional ballads, and a song about two buttholes getting stuck together.)

My Favorite Records of 2013

1. Islands - Ski Mask
2. Avantasia - The Mystery of Time
3. Ghost - Infestissumam
4. Various Artists - The Songs of Tony Sly: A Tribute
5. Huntress - Starbound Beast
6. Clutch - Earth Rocker
7. Weedpecker - S/T
8. Protest the Hero - Volition
9. Bad Religion - True North
10. Har Mar Superstar - Bye Bye 17
11. Saves the Day - S/T
12. Uncle Adic and the Deadbeats - Mind Control
13. Daft Punk - Random Access Memories

Honorable mentions:

Jellyfish - Radio Jellyfish: Live Radio Broadcasts 1993

Mykee Dreams of Metal

I was going to a Halloween show that Ghost, Huntress, and Pentagram were playing. J.T. Turret was selling merch for Pentagram, so Bobby Liebling and I were discussing the giant pile of Saxon vinyl he was selling, and some of the new shirt designs J.T. helped him make. Then i went outside to smoke a cigarette in the basement of the parking garage, and when i came back up in the elevator, the doors opened and three police had their guns drawn, waiting for us to exit. I knew they weren't for me so i didn't even stop and just walked right passed them. They wanted my friend Patrick Swayze/Steve Buscemi who kept trying to get me to take the rap for them sneaking into the show (which some how was how i ended up in the show as well, cuz i never got a ticket, but the doorman just accepted that i was supposed to be there) but they just had their identical twin go to jail for them instead. So i ran back inside (as best as you can in a dream!) right in time to catch Ghost just about to begin! Papa Emeritus came out and they started playing "Return of the Warlord" by MANOWAR!!! I was losing my shit! My favorite song, by one of my favorite bands, played live by GHOST! Jerome Thomson and I were losing our shit singing along and going crazy for it, and The Nameless Ghouls noticed and pointed and gave us thumbs up! Then Papa Emeritus grabbed a little top hat and was dancing around being silly (which was so weird!!) i snapped a few pictures on my phone. Then i was hanging out at the Huntress merch table/bar with Jill Janus and she served me a PBR and shot of whiskey. Some random rock band with a chick singer started playing and they were singing a Cardigans song which was very awesome! but they had endless technical difficulties, so i went up to see if i could help, and to look at the setlist to figure out what the name of the Cardigans song was they played. I couldn't figure either out, so i went back to the merch/bar, and realized i left my beer on the stage, which turns out the guitarist had drank! So Jill gave me TWO more, and filled a glass of whiskey all the way to the top! it was time to get DRUNK. Then i looked over to Pentagram merch table and Dan Bedford was sitting back there now rubbing cheez doodles on his forehead and feeding them to some other dude back there with them. it was pretty damn weird, even in the dream.

andddddddddd that seems to be all i remember for now.

There was a lot more, but it's too bits and piecesy to try to get it down.. just wanted to share some of that weirdness..

I recorded a black metal version of "French Navy" by Camera Obscura

A Classic Mykee Misdventure, Revisted.

I was drunkenly telling somebody this story last night, and i couldnt really remember most of the details.. so i went through the old blogs to locate my original telling.. and man.. it still rules.. so.. let us revisit a classic Mykee adventure from the days of yore:


April 17, 2007  (today marks the 5 year anniversary of this fateful night. fucking crazy how time flies man)


So.......... Last night i went to see my friend's band BUCKSHOT FACELIFT play at Lit.. on the way into the city, i was waiting for my N train.. and drinking a 24oz can of keystone light (classy).. and a train came from the other direction, and when it pulled away i saw a cop standing there across the tracks.. he was looking at me drinking my booze.. and he put up his hand as if to say 'stay right there'.. then he said, 'you cant drink that here, stay right there' (apparently i read his hand signal correctly) .. then my train began to approach the station, and i pointed to my headphones as if to say 'sorry i can't hear you' .. and then i said 'sorry, i cant hear you!' and gave him a thumbs up, and got on the train and left.. so THAT ruled.... then i ate a xanax and met up with nick and ashley at their apartment.. i drank a 22 of old english (more class) and danced to some bob marley.. then we went to Lit... BUCKSHOT FACELIFT was awesome.. they freaking rule.. and i love them all... and we drank alot more... and i was pretty wasted already.. then me and nick and ashley and dan went to Annex for some sorta dance party thing their friend was DJing in the basement.. and drank lots and lots of free PBR's and danced and danced and danced.. and it was a wonderful time... nick and ashley left.. me and dan fucked around and danced some more.. they played amy winehouse... i got excited... danced and made out with some hot chick.. then danced with the hottest chick in the place.. made out with her a bit... dance dance dance... drinking peoples unfinished beers off tables.. annnnnnnnnnd then we left... we walked to the corner of Allen st, embraced one another, and parted ways for our respected subway stations... i decided to take the scenic route, and stopped by Bside for some more drinks.. hung out with sara and protected her while she counted the money and closed the bar... then continued on my way home... got a delicious hot dog with some oniony stuff and CHEEEESE on it.. got a bit on my jean jacket, licked it off, and hopped on the train.. which was the Q, cuz i figured i'd change it up a bit... forgetting the Q stops at 57th street... which it did.. so instead of waiting for the N at 57th, i just got out and started walking towards the 59th street bridge.. the time is now probably around 530am.. the hustle and bustle of city life is slowly beginning.. and my drunk ass is dancing down the street listening to some Mock Orange, playing some mean air drums.. singing loudly.. loving drunken life.. so.. i finally get to the bridge.. and start walking on the upper roadway.. which apparently has no walkway for humans, or any shoulder of any sort at all.. just two lanes of speeding ass cars and walls.. so i hopped the wall and walked on the outside edge with all the construction and shit, jumping over obstacles and looking at the sunrise and the water.. quite nice.. but then the construction area ended.. and i had to hop back into the road..... so... i continued walking.. not minding one bit of it.. then i notice some flashing lights comin up behind me.. and a police paddywagon van thing pulls up next to me, i take out a headphone and they say 'you can't be walking up here! you're gonna get yourself killed!' and i said 'hey man, i'm just trying ta get home, and i like the view, sorry, i'll be careful..' and they said they would slowly follow behind me until i got to the end of the bridge, so i could be safe (i was thinking that maybe a RIDE woulda been prudent.. but, i guess thats against the rules or something).. so i put my headphone back in, lit up a smoke, and starting walking again, singing loud, playin some airdrums, dancing it up.. with my own personal police escort following behind me keeping me safe... king in the castle.. so... bout 5 minutes later i see a real cop car pull up next to me, white guy cop driving, young black chick cop riding shotgun.. and they said i couldnt be walking up here and made me get in the back of the cruiser.. i asked if i could smoke in there and they said no.. and started driving me off the bridge... i took it all in stride.. not minding a second.. enjoying the scenery, shooting the shit with the cops (through the metal gate separator).. appreciating the ride, and being in the back of a cop car (which has like ZERO leg room! can't a criminal get a little comfort? apparently not..) and as we went around the bend, and approached the end of the bridge, i see 2 cop cars had set up a sweet roadblock, doors open, flashing lights, only thing missing was cops with drawn pistols in the cracks of the open doors.. so i asked my cops "is that for ME?" .. and they said 'Yup.. we kept getting calls about a guy walking in the middle of the road on the upper roadway of the 59th street bridge.. so they wanted to catch him.. you.." .. i was HONORED! i couldnt believe it.. i felt like a real criminal or something! i started cracking up, and said 'that's AMAZING' and they laughed.. the roadblock let us through.. we turned the corner and pulled over.. the chick cop got out and let me out.. we exchanged names and pleasantries, shook hands, i thanked them for the ride, apologized for the inconvenience.. (they liked me).. i put my music back on, lit up another smoke.. and continued onward on my journey home.. still had quite a way to go from the end of the bridge to my home.. so i was walking and walking and dancing and dancing and smoking and singing and airdrumming and rocking and enjoying the sunrise and the nice steady drizzle of mist falling from the sky... around 36th ave i decided to hop up on this wet marble ledge and walk on it like a balance beam for a bit, then i decided to jump to the next one, which was at a right angle infront of me... bad idea.. as i lept, my feet slipped out on the slick wet marble, my body went in the air, then my knee slammed into the ledge, ass smashed on the concrete, and the back of my head came about an inch away from busting open on the marble ledge that i had just throw myself off of..... i laid there in the wetness for a few minutes, getting rained on.. recovering.. regaining my wits (maybe in shock).. after a bit, i got my broken, bruised, abused drunk ass body up out of the water and limped the rest of the way home, holding my knee, laughing my ass off the whole way......... the end.