Something For the Weekend

Chuck Klosterman hilariously pointed out in one of his books that if a teenager listened to Iron Maiden religiously, it virtually guaranteed him he was not going to get laid in high school. The same could be said for Primus. Not that girls don't like Primus. In fact, if your significant other is a. a female and b. likes Primus, she's almost certainly a keeper.

Primus is an acquired taste to say the least. To be honest, I've never been a huge fan. But coming of age in the '90s, I had tremendous respect for them. After enduring years of being on the "fringe" of music, I saw bands I love break it big in the top ten. Soundgarden, Pearl Jam, even Mazzy Star. It was a tad disheartening to have one month where you are with your geeky friends, brooding to Pearl Jam's "Release" and then a few months later, seeing a cheerleader who a few months ago was listening to Vanilla Ice in her jock boyfriend's convertible now raving about how Eddie Vedder moved her with "Black."

Primus could always weed out the tourists. If you wanted to clear the room from any frat boys who misunderstood Nirvana's lyrics, putting on Sailing The Seas of Cheese. If you doubt me, all you have to do is watch the video below and imagine the reaction of anyone who has never been called a nerd: "What the hell is this?"