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Nights-or very early mornings-when I left the Fillmore half-crazy and, Which never explain, in retrospect, what actually happened.Д¬entral memory of that time seems to hang on one or five or maybe forty Now and then the energy of a whole generation comes to a head in a longДЇine flash, for reasons that nobody really understands at the time-and Is hard to know, because of all the hired bullshit, but even withoutД«eing sure of вЂњhistoryвЂќ it seems entirely reasonable to think that every Or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there andДЄlive in that corner of time and the world. but no explanation, no mix of words or music San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very Seems like a lifetime, or at least a Main Era-the kind of peak that Memories on this nervous night in Las Vegas. TheДЇlight attendant had to wake him up after the flight landed in Paris andД®veryone else had left the plane. The next morning Guy passed out on the plane before takeoff at LAX. Shirtless, wearing a gold sport jacket and one red Chuck Taylor, engulfed by the fog, aДЇellow concert-goer bleeding profusely, did that guy just get stabbed? Captain, Zoloft, Happy Colored Marbles. A few years later at the Wiltern in Los Angeles, Or after the show the following night, with the FrenchmanДЇlying through the streets of San Francisco in a Chrysler Lebaron on aД¬old night with the top down, every stop sign invisible, a downhill path Your Pussy, some flashing their breasts in every young boys rock n' rollДЇantasy. The Fillmore in San Francisco with 30 girls on stage for Let Me Lick My personal experience with Ween, how can I describe it? The night at They've released a few live albums over the years, but what best captures my Ween experience is the Live in Chicago DVD. What the fuck? It wasn't necessary, just typical insanity. The last song was almost 15 minutes long. Take for example a 2008 show in Hawaii that a few friends of mine were lucky enough to attend.

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Every show was an epic 3 hour plus affair, the band seeking the same transcendence, and knowing that it had to be earned, you couldn't just package and deliver it from go. Coming out of the haze to Ween's weird world with Touch My Tooter, Booze Me Up and Get Me High, Don't Laugh I Love You, Ocean Man.

Fully entranced, going deeper with Captain or Mutilated Lips, the room engulfed in fog. The shows might start out straightforward enough with some high energy rock, take a turn in psychedelia with Voodoo Lady, I Can't Put My Finger On It, or Happy Colored Marbles. For a more comprehensive review of their discography, check here.ДЄll together it was a band embracing chaos and insanity night after night, pushing the limits, and breaking through to what can best be described as the transcendent experience fans crave. Luckily they were such proficient songwriters and producers, there is a seemingly endless treasure trove of studio outtakes and demos to be discovered on the internets.

Quebec was likely the artistic peak of Ween, a brilliant combination of grandiosity and insanity, evident in tracks like The Argus and If You Could Save Yourself, shortly after which the wheels came off the track and they descended into the cliche they had become so adept at satirizing. Next up was my personal favorite, Quebec. Their songwriting was further honed on the Beatles-esque White Pepper. This was followed by their magnum opus, The Mollusk a modern day Dark Side of the Moon if there ever was one. They could write great songs that your average Joe could comprehend from beginning to end.

12 Golden Country Greats was a gimmick, but certainly a coalescing of their genius into a coherent medium. By the time Chocolate and Cheese came out, they were still stylistically all over the board, but harnessing their pop sensibilities. You really do need to have a pretty good buzz going to digest those albums as a whole. Their brilliance was evident if inaccessible on their first three albums.

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