The big issues.
How did we get here ?
Is there life after death ?
Does God exist ?
O. K. ...so, let's not talk about the big issues.
Starting over.
Day 1 ...dear diary
State of the union, emancipation, proclamation.
We The Rentals are back.
Why ? ...mmmmmmmm ...fuck off ...that's why ...we're back!
No, really ...that's not so nice.
O. K. Think. nice. Ah!
Tangential thoughts.
I wish a cool breeze would pass by.
Think.
Starting over.
The big issues :
#1. How did we get here ?
Well, it's been a strange and twisted year.
A new solo album, delving into a new collaborative partnership or possibly retiring and opening up a small tobacco store in a remote Spanish village, all of these options have been equally bouncing around on the dining room table of my mind lately.
I was even entertaining the idea of rejoining weezer as a fifth member for a little while. They approached me about the idea sometime around the last Super Bowl. The idea started out with a bang. Bang!, bang!!, bang!!! Each one of us filled up the balloon with our own individual pre-conceived notions of all the endless possibilities ...then, pop!, pop!, fizz!, fizz! ...oh, what a relief it is!!! ...the idea quickly came, went and collectively fizzled.
I have a dusty department store where I keep all those weezer memories. When we started talking again, I started re-opening those doors, passing through the sporting goods department and revisiting that era all draped in cobwebs. As I passed by a wax figure of Al Delvecchio, off in the distance, a little to the left of women's shoes, I spotted a pretty little shimmering thing, a flickering little light, laying underneath all the weight of this behemoth, titanic, monstrous Orange amplifier and there she was, my last functional moog source. Although, looking rather ragged and worn out and somewhat like a vintage McDonalds cash register, she still had a little sparkle left in her oscillators and with that, she gave me that love bug look, she revved up, winked and wanted another ride. You see, my time with weezer and my memories of The Rentals are inevitably, invariably linked somewhere in the brain, to entertain one, it's nearly impossible not to entertain the other. So, I'd guess you could say, in some strange way, I have those fellows to thank for leading me down those rusty tracks, onto this train of thought, jumping over and onto that lonely old caboose.
But, when I started to ride ...I realized ...to what ? ...to where ? ...this yellow brick road is a dead end.
Images in the mind leading to this ...to what ? ...nothing ...briefly entertained ...but blank ...totally ...blank ...impossible ...then ...forget it.
A moment later, out of nowhere, freaking, bling, blam, bloom, as these miracles will happen (with C.G.I. ...& everything ...that's how we roll here on the eastside of Hollywood, that's how we roll). Bling, blam, bloom, with all your ex-girlfriends waiting in the wings of the big dance, bling, blam, bloom, all fixed up and looking for a swing, all fixed up and looking for a toss (I'm not sure what this means). But, while everyone was racing off to the mega-blockbuster techno i-pod after party. I met a few people across the street, sitting outside on the sidewalk, just sitting there on the curb. I met a few people that for some reason or other made the whole idea seem possible, it made the whole damned thing feel tangible and it filled me with confidence that there should indeed be a new day for The Rentals.
Sometimes, with the people you meet, it just seems to all make sense.
That's the long and short of it.
I have always stayed away from this idea, because I could never see how it would be possible to approach it with any sense of honesty. But now, with their help, I can see a path and I know that our best days lay ahead.
#2. Is there life after death ?
When we first brought up the idea behind closed doors, the people who are closest to me snooped around with our little secret to see what the interest would be. Much to my surprise they found a level of enthusiasm, anticipation and excitement that I really didn't think would exist.
And god damn, Honestly, I miss being around that sense of electricity ...it's exciting and I really look forward to the day when we can bring that excitement to you.
As I write this, we are just starting to put the pieces together. We are in a formative stage and we are starting the group from the ground up. It's a bright new day. It's a bright day.
Will it be explosive ?, will it be atmospheric ? lo-fi ? ...hi-fi ? ...I don't know.
It depends what seems most natural to us as a group.
The essential elements of The Rentals will be there. Our fascination with vintage synthesizers, violas, violins, female harmonies and all the rest will continue. But, I'm guessing, we'll most likely veer off the path that would lead us into the realm of becoming our own tribute band.
We will be, who we are. The Rentals evolution will come through our collection of personalities.
And in good time, we will introduce everyone involved.
In the meanwhile.
#3. Does God exist ?
I'll leave that up to Tom Cruise to answer.
Is there life on other planets ?
Well, we've given Kyle Conkright the keys to our flying saucer, so be nice to him and he'll let you know.
Is Celine Dion an alien ? ...well, I'll answer that. ...uh, yes. ...and she's riding shotgun.
Sit back and enjoy the show.
And we'll see you soon"
Matt SharpTHE RENTALS
i still think numbers did us all in.
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