My name is Matt and I play bass in weezer. I'm not exactly sure what we four have in common, but I do consider Pat, Brian and Rivers to be good people and good friends that I am glad to be associated with. If I had to make a list of music I care about and have been listening to lately, the things that come to mind first are: the last three Talk Talk albums, old Gary Numan records, the Jesus Christ Superstar soundtrack, and all of that dog. (sic) songs I could get from Tony and Rachel. I hope when people listen to these songs, they will enjoy them as I have enjoyed some of the music I just mentioned. Besides that, I think my story is just not that interesting and I should probably stop.

Raised in Tennessee, little Brian knew he wanted to be a rock star at an early age. Lucky enough to catch an Elvis (Presley, that is) concert at the age of four, he wanted nothing else but to be a hounddog.
Studying "geetar" pickin' on TV from such fine eastern Tennessee programs as "The Barneyloo and Buster Show" and, of course,"HeeHaw," little Brian learned how to pick 'n' grin on a ukulele his grandma won at a bingo game. Brian's dad, a wacky absent-minded professor and ex-college DJ, turned him on to cool music he had from the 50's and 60's. So, armed with his first turntable, a Fisher Price lo-fi stereo system, little Brian managed to scratch and destroy most of Dad's valuable 45's.
As Brian grew older, he began to feel isolated and out-of-place with the other reindeer. While the "normal" Tennessee boys were out hunting possum, chewing tobacco, and making up fishing stories, he preferred to stay home and watch Billy Mumy movies. Ah, movies, music and show biz. Why was it all based in one glorious place--Los Angeles? So, just like the Clampetts, Brian packed up his bags and moved to Yucca St., Hollywired('cause everyone he met at first was on crystal meth). Not at all like the movies.

My name is Patrick Wilson and I play drums for weezer. Years ago I was a guy with a bad haircut from Buffalo, New York. The music scene there is lame, consisting largely of cover bands and bad metal. It seems that musicians in small towns have a gunslinger attitude that is also faintly bitter. Some of them just have attitude. I decided to quit my day job and move to Los Angeles with my new friend Pat Finn (Pat is responsible for us knowing each other). After many growing pains, weezer was formed. Since then, I've tried to understand what it means to be in a band. All I know about music is instinctual or from a record; I haven't witnessed much live music. As far as I can tell, being in a band can be just as important as any other occupation--and so far, it's far more rewarding.