Island in the Sun

Listening to Weezer's "Island in the Sun" is just not the same when you're not actually on an island in the sun. It's probably the worst when it's cold, dark, and grey and you're in the central valley. As far as I could tell this past year, Rubio's is the only place that plays that song during the winter. It's on my radio (pandora.com) right now as I sit in my office gazing at the smoke and haze that has settled on Sacramento. I remember listening to it driving around St. Thomas heading home from the beach drinking an alcohol-infused milkshake from Udder Delight. It seemed vastly more appropriate and fitting in that situation. Here it's just kind of depressing and wistful. Perhaps that was the artists' view when writing it though.