Like many 20-somethings who grew up in the era when “Buddy Holly” was a staple on MTVs music video lineup, I’ve always enjoyed the occasional Weezer song. But it wasn’t until recently when I almost single-handedly killed a party by blasting “The Sweater Song” at a bar full of hip-hop faithfuls that I felt the need to cement my allegiance to the band in writing. As a devoted fan of the Los Angeles…