Jul 21st, 2003, 01:31 AM
"I was standing back by the bar watching Ween fuckin' kick out the hard jams, treatin it like a fuckin' seminar." *various cheers and noises from crowd* "Oh I see that we have a mixed reaction in the crowd. Now, you see, you go home, and you put on your E B Raquel record, and you go home, and you put on your... Jesus Christ, what the fuck are they foisting on to you today. Oh ya, Rattle and Hum, you put on Rattle and Hum, and you're there, your they're with; say your a guy, your there, your there with your dick in your hand, and your trying to get off, and you realize that these bands just don't get you off. Its like they're whole lives, these bands are encased in condomns, they were born in condomns, safe songs, about safe sex-ism. They can ride their motorcycles better than they can play their guitars. Out of nowhere, out of a total musical vacuum, out of total darkness, comes one, one one ONE! ray of light. And its fucking Ween. And... I know, there are a few of you who don't like Ween. My suggestion is that you start liking Ween, so years from now, when you're all shelling out twenty five dollars each, gladly, to see them at the Spectrum, you'll be able to say, 'Oh ya man, I was kickin' back in Trent City Gardens about eight months ago, when they were small, before their rocket to stardom. I remember, I saw em kickin 'You Fucked Up' and 'Tick' I bumped into one of those guys, I mean I touched Micky Ween, I actually talked to him.'"
The Reverend Henry Rollins, On Ween.
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