Rivers Cuomo's Vlog May Get A Song Written, But At What Cost?

Let me preface this post by saying that I like Weezer as much as the next guy, which means that I have either purchased or downloaded every album and listen to the green one regularly. Weezer's music is good; it's hook-y and pop-y and nice for my ears to eat. So the question I’m posing is, at what point did Rivers Cuomo become the creepiest guy in the world? In the beginning, part of the band's appeal was that they helped coin the term “nerd rock.” Here was a guy, like you, who lived in his garage playing Dungeons and Dragons and getting his heart broken by the cool girls. Not like me, of course, but like you. That was his thing. He did a video with The Muppets, and Happy Days, and dogs. You can’t get much more likable, right? I mean without doing a video with, say, Santa Claus and Jesus shooting off bottle rockets. As far as my personal Rivers experiences go, the first time I realized he was a little off was when I read

a pretty lengthy interview he did with Rolling Stone (worth the read), in which it was revealed that he occasionally did wacky things like get depressed and lock himself in a tiny apartment with all the walls painted black and nothing but a sleeping bag, a microwave, and a bunch of frozen burritos. Or that he and the band didn’t really get along because he won’t let them write any of the songs on the albums and docks their studio pay if they don’t play to his exact specifications. There was other crazy stuff in there, but I can’t remember it all, so I’ll just say he also likes to have lobsters pinch his nipples all the time on the tour bus, and they have to have a special lobster tank with them when they go on tours. Then came his