Weezer

Weezer’s knack for turning awkwardness into anthems has always felt tailor-made for this city’s indie-leaning crowds. This show lands at a moment when nostalgia and irony are both in high demand, and few bands walk that line with more self-awareness. If you’ve ever found yourself humming “Buddy Holly” on a foggy morning commute or debating the merits of Pinkerton over a Mission burrito, you’ll know why this night matters. The setlists lately have been unpredictable in the best way, with deep cuts surfacing alongside the hits. There’s a certain thrill in hearing a room full of grown-up misfits belt out “Say It Ain’t So” like it’s still 1994. Don’t expect a slick nostalgia act—Weezer’s live shows still have a scrappy, slightly unhinged energy that keeps things interesting. If you’re overdue for a cathartic singalong, this is your night.