Ween in Concet-Honolulu, March 10, 2008
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Ween. March 10, 2008. Honolulu, HI. Pipeline Cafe I had heard of the four hour set. But never before in my dozen concerts with the greatest living rock and roll band had i ever experienced it. Until Lucky #13, that is. I had always been quite comforted with the three hour set that is their standard. After all, most modern musical artists play for an hour and a half and call it a night. And most musical artists bow to the mighty God/Ween/Satan, for they are blinded by the brown omniscience of the Oneness. After touring New Zealand and Australia Ween added a one night stop in Honolulu on their way back to New Hope, PA. I had purchased four V.I.P. tickets the day they went on sale in January even though i was in Hanoi, Vietnam. I actually relocated to a Hotel with a wireless connection to ensure my ability to garner the tickets at 3:00 a.m. local time. The only difference between V.I.P. tickets and your standard fare was $20 and the right to go to the upstairs bar, which did have a view overlooking the left side of stage. This was irrelevant as I was front and center the entire show so the extra charge was useless to me. Especially immediately after the show, when the band was up there knocking back cocktails and mingling with the plebians, A. and I were denied entry. Bastids! I brought H.Om. and A. with me to the show, for them to experience the pleasure of this rare occasion. After a few bars of the first song, Pork Roll, Egg & Cheese-a classic flowing groove from The Pod, the sound surrounding our souls, the smiles satisfying our sooth, the magic had begun and would only continue to elevate. Mixed in with the heavy playlist from 1997 The Mollusk-including classics like Mutilated Lips, the Golden Eel, Ocean Man, Waving My Dick in the Wind, the Mollusk, Roses Are Free, Buckingham Green-were six songs off the band’s latest release, La Cucharacha. All mixed seamlessly into the fold and fury of the celebration. Woman and Man turned into a blistering 10 minute Dean Ween guitar solo. Object, Your Party, Learning to Live, Fiesta and the crowd favorite sing along, With My Own Bare Hands were fueled with the ubiquitous usurpation of reverence that floats the fury of gifted and garrulous gang. The songs are brilliant. Period. 25 years of making music together, Dean and Gene continue to break barriers and befuddle non-believers. I am grateful that they have the nut sack to put out music that is so far out of tune with the garish and mundane, so high above the bar set by the “leaders” in the modern musical age, and with the tenacious mixture of humor, wit, craftsmanship and innovation. Even the songs that are done at many of the Ween’s performances take on a unique pleasure every night. Vodoo Lady from Chocolate and Cheese got wicked and disturbingly dark, only to relay back into the funk focused fray before it was done. The Mollusk’s classics only get better and better as time goes on. And the bag that Ween has to chose from is endless. They could have played three or four entirely different set lists and still come out smelling like a Poopship Destroyer. The encore never really ended. As a matter of point, I think it may still be going on. Ween broke out several classics and rarities from their 1990 release, God/Ween/Satan: the Oneness. I Gots a Weasel, Nan, Tick, Old Queen Cole, finishing with the most remarkable version of I’ll be your Johhny on the Spot, also from The Mollusk, which broke down into a blistering 33 minute version with Claude Breaking it down on the drums and Deaner putting down his guitar and picking it up again on at least two occasions to grit out the brownest beacon of the night. Gener broke out a harmonica to bring the show into focus with a sick solo in the midst of Drifter In The Dark. Neil Young’s Ohio brought everybody into the energy of yesteryear, a technical masterpiece. And to balance it out, Claude gave us Put Some Coke On My Dick. Somewhere in the night, Ween managed an impeccable version of Zoloft and Happy Colored Marbles from Quebec. From White Pepper-Stroker Ace, the Grobe, Bananas and Blow and Even If you Don’t. The quality of these numbers congealed the even more outstanding, browner tracks of the night. Touch My Tooter from Pure Guava along with the Stallion Part 3 are always impeccable live. And this night was no different, even if i was chalked full of four hits of acid and about a dozen and a half New Castles. The second encore, when it seemed that they could not possibly continue was kick started with You Fucked Up (also from G/W/S) and then a light brown versions of L.M.L.Y.P. (The Pod) with the standard set up of a stage full of women, punctuated by a rare solo breakout from Double Dip on his bass. And now I invite all to indulge me with any band on the live circuit that can do what Ween does. There is simply nothing like it out there. Sure, there may be your hippie jam band that puts together a solid 3 to 3 1/2 hour set. And there certainly is a plethora of great music being made into great live musical performances. But the quality of song writing coupled with the talent and range being stretched out in front of the world night in and night out for the five band members that make up Ween, led by the Dean and Gene, is simply untouchable. And most importantly, the enthusiasm that Ween carries with their performance, the fun that is their freedom, the absurdity that attracts all that dare to question what is possible- are infectious celebrations of this little lucid lair we call life. Unofficial Set List: pork roll, egg & cheese spinal meningitis golden eel Stallion pt. 3 happy colored marbles piss up a rope learnin to live take me away the grobe even if you don’t voodoo lady your party buckingham green mutilated lips bananas and blow with my own bare hands dont get 2 close to my fantasy stroker ace Touch my Tooter object woman and man zoloft wavin my dick in the wind Dr. Rock Ocean Going gets Tough When Get Go mollusk Roses Are Free(dean on gene's guitar) E:Fiesta Nan Gabrielle Ohio Richard smoker Mister would you please help My pony i gots a weasel ole queen cole tick drifter in the dark put the coke on my dick i’ll be your johnny on the Spot you fucked up lmlyp - kyle hugh , posted 03/24/08 |
Ween in Concet-Honolulu, March 10, 2008 was recommended for:
- Tribe: Ween
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