The Harrowing Story of Weezer's New York State Bus Crash, Tour Cancellation
One might assume the various news accounts circulating about the Sunday morning bus crash that landed both Weezer frontman Rivers Cuomo and his wife in the hospital were drawn from a terse, polite press release. They usually are. But in this case, the origin document turns out to be far crazier and more detailed. To wit:
- Today at 7:18 AM EST, about 40 miles West of Albany on I-90, the weezer tour bus carrying Rivers and his family and assistants lost control as it hit a patch of black ice. The driver employed every ounce of skill he had in fighting to keep the bus upright, as the vehicle violently fishtailed over the highway. And while the bus did indeed go off the road, plunging about 8-10 vertical feet into a muddy ravine off to the right of the Thruway thus coming to a very abrupt stop, it did not flip or roll, despite having plowed right over a guardrail, flattening it. Kudos to the driver for somehow keeping things as level as they could be - surely this story would have been far more tragic if not for his actions.
This account, posted on the band's MySpace, goes on for another six wild paragraphs and includes some pretty horrific photos. Not sure who wrote it but the thing is like a fucking novel:
- I threw on my shoes and walked up just as the jaws of life were being turned on, catching a glimpse of Rivers lying inside on his back surrounded by EMTs. I couldnt believe what was happening in front of me, as Rivers lay so helpless, shivering in the center of the chaos, and meanwhile the sun was coming up and revealing an utterly beautiful light covering of snow on the surrounding trees. I dont know how to describe the wave of awfulness that gripped me as I watched, but adrenalin took over and the next thing I knew I was in the passenger seat of an ambulance transporting Rivers and Sarah to the hospital in Amsterdam, NY, about 10 miles from there.
Needless to say, the rest of Weezer's December tour has been cancelled. Best recovery wishes to the artist and his family, inevitable (and funny!) Pinkerton jokes aside...