Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Today is Ween's Day
UPDATE: Look up, dipshit.
These dudes love Ween. By these dudes I mean my dudes, our dudes, Forever Dudes. DJ, Ice, Croxto, Sudsy, Widowmaker, the Confirmed Bachelor: all Ween fans, to the nth degree. I had my period, back in the day, a day that lasted for four or so months in 1994, but since then I've limited my Ween exposure to fleeting moments inside DJ's car. They sound good from the backseat, for sure. Yesterday, though, I was struck with an immediate and inexplicable compulsion to listen to Chocolate and Cheese, one of only three Ween albums I've ever owned. I threw it on the old iPod last night, but was hardly satiated. I couldn't find my copies of The Pod or Pure Guava, so I went trolling on the interscape for more Ween, both more recent and more classic. eMusic had GODWEENSATAN, and thus so now do I. Other, similar such services (all entirely legal, of course) provided me with Quebec and White Pepper. All now reside safely within my tiny digital friend, this music-mastering iPod, and shall be listened to and hopefully enjoyed by yours truly throughout this fine day. And I do mean fine; it's the first day without torrential downpours in about a week and a half. But so, perhaps later this afternoon I shall regale you with my cursory, half-assed opinions on each of these Ween albums, decided and delivered with the utmost authority and infallibility after roughly half a listen. It'll be good times, most definitely.
Oh, man, "Baby Bitch" sounds so much like Elliott Smith. But far, far better...
UPDATE: Look up, dipshit.
These dudes love Ween. By these dudes I mean my dudes, our dudes, Forever Dudes. DJ, Ice, Croxto, Sudsy, Widowmaker, the Confirmed Bachelor: all Ween fans, to the nth degree. I had my period, back in the day, a day that lasted for four or so months in 1994, but since then I've limited my Ween exposure to fleeting moments inside DJ's car. They sound good from the backseat, for sure. Yesterday, though, I was struck with an immediate and inexplicable compulsion to listen to Chocolate and Cheese, one of only three Ween albums I've ever owned. I threw it on the old iPod last night, but was hardly satiated. I couldn't find my copies of The Pod or Pure Guava, so I went trolling on the interscape for more Ween, both more recent and more classic. eMusic had GODWEENSATAN, and thus so now do I. Other, similar such services (all entirely legal, of course) provided me with Quebec and White Pepper. All now reside safely within my tiny digital friend, this music-mastering iPod, and shall be listened to and hopefully enjoyed by yours truly throughout this fine day. And I do mean fine; it's the first day without torrential downpours in about a week and a half. But so, perhaps later this afternoon I shall regale you with my cursory, half-assed opinions on each of these Ween albums, decided and delivered with the utmost authority and infallibility after roughly half a listen. It'll be good times, most definitely.
Oh, man, "Baby Bitch" sounds so much like Elliott Smith. But far, far better...
