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Ween rocks.
I first heard them in my acid days and what a place to find them. A sweet friend of mine (Milli) would pop them in around the time everybody was peaking and after a couple of songs,I'd always turn to her and ask, "What the hell are we listening to?" (Usually it was Push The Little Daisies that would inspire this question.) "Weeeeeeeen." She'd say, stretching their name out right like our good fellow Sudnam, then five minutes later that question again, "What in the hell are we listening to?" You could see the delight in Milli's eyes at the bafflement and wonder these guys would inspire in my confused little mind. Because of my level of intoxication at the time, I could never remember that I had heard them the last time we tripped so each new trip was like hearing the band for the first time.
Introducing me to Ween is just one of many gifts this wonderful girl has given to me over the years.
We caught them the last time Ween came through town (Vancouver)and what a show that was ... they played for three hours straight, all the while sucking back 40lb'ers of Jack D. and puffing off the many joints that rained down on them when they took the stage. They were completely plastered, falling down drunk, by the time they were done ... and according to the papers, continued on after the show to raise hell around the town. One of the best shows I've seen in years, the highlight being a 30 minute version of "Voodoo Lady".
Before the show Milli snuck back stage (their dressing room, in fact)and hand delivered, to Gene, a package that she had thrown together especially for them. It contained a homemade tape she and another girl had done (they had turned my kitchen into a music studio for about a month, makin Ween-esque tunes, much to the annoyance of our neighbors and the local police), some condoms, found ametuer pornography (a bunch of polaroids that we discovered after one of my parties, must have belonged to the tennets before me because I have no idea where it come from), some weed and bunch of other things. A roadie found us after the show to thank her, on behalf of the boyz, for the gift -- which I thought was kind of nice.
In fact, Milli and Gene correspond through irregular emails now and then ... I'm hopin' she can get us free tickets for their next show. (I've got my fingers crossed, babies.)
For sentimental reasons, Pure Guava is my favorite album by Ween, although I like everything they've done. Favorite song? Well, Im a big softy at heart, so I'd have to go with "Sarah", which is a perfect lullabye slash love song. Or maybe "Pumpin' For The Man" Ah, no, screw it, I can't pick -- I like it all. |
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