From: jte
Subject: seattle setlist/review/deaners b-day!
Date: Thu, 25 Sep 1997 12:24:36 -0800
the seattle show was epic. deaner turned 24 on the crack of midnight
and there was a champagne celebration that included gener pouring a
bottle on dean's head. gener told everyone he remembered playing here
during the country tour--to deaner's "I Don't." the show was great, the
music was awesome, and the night was translucent. we got to hang around
afterwards and shoot the shit with the boys and i talked to claude
coleman (chocodog) the drummer a few times before and after the show.
heres the setlist:
buckingham green
pork roll egg and cheese
spinal menengitis
golden eel
baby bitch
dont get too close to my fantasy
spirit of 76
sketches of winkle
waving my dick in the wind
mr. richard smoker (smoke!)
****a small break so deaner could round up some "juice"***
captain fantasy
the stallion (pt. 3)
HIV
piss up a rope
the mollusk
frank
voodoo lady (amazing!)
tear for eddie
ocean man
nan
take me away
** some sort of chant
cant put my finger on it
****happy birthday song to deaner****
deaner says at midnight, "thanks. i think you should give me freebase.
cocaine--it speaks volumes. everything else is just bullshit!"
dr. rock
blarney stone
fat lenny
tick
birthday boy
buenos tardes
awesome sound
you fucked up
happy bday deaner--see you all tonight in portland!
tayloe
Dean and Gene Ween, Live 1997 Incredible photo taken by J. Tayloe Emery
From: bibbins@innocent.com (Rev. Theodore Bibbins)
Subject: Ween in Seattle Story/Review/Partial Setlist....
Date: 26 Sep 1997 01:30:28 GMT
Seattle 24th, 1997.....
After painting The Boognish on the hood of the car, and heading down to
Seattle from Mission, B.C. to see Ween last nite, a friend (The Rev. Dilheon
Willoughby) and I discovered that in order to see the band, you must be 21 or
over. We're 19. Right before the Angst and Self-loathing realy kicked in, we
were graced by the presence of Paul, Ween's road manager. I told him our
story, and he gave us a bit of the ol' "I'll see what I can do".
And so we waited. The time was 4:00.
It turned out that Paul had put us on the infamous "guest list".
Unfortunately, as the overly heterosexual redneck bouncer put it "You have to
be 21 to enter the building."
"But we're on the guest list..."
"You have to be 21 to enter the building. Now quit blocking MY door."
And so we waited. The time was 8:00.
Deaner and Gener, accompanied by our favorite road manager, Paul, appeared
at 9:45. They just waved and went in the front doors. We cornered Paul and
told him about our lack of ID. He told us to wait in the parking lot, and that
he'd smuggle us through the back door. Hallelujah!
And so we waited some more, and some more. The time was 9:50.
At 10:45, after being threatened half heartedly by a drunkard deep sea diver
with a big knife, named "Centurion" ("It's Greek" He told us.), and harrassing
the bouncers some more, still cursing Paul, the missing in action road manager,
a head appeared out of the darkness. The head was that of Paul's.
In a scene straight out of a spy movie, complete with whispered commands to
"Duck!", and "Stay back!" Paul managed to successfully grant us safe passage
into the club. The Showbox was packed (read: packed) Ween was just finishing up
"Captain Fantasy"....
Here is what we actually got to see them play. It was about an hour into the
set.
The Stallion (pt. 3) (Wicked!)
HIV Song (Pure Domination!)
Piss Up a Rope
The Mollusk
Frank
Voodoo Lady
A Tear For Eddie
Ocean Man
Nan (Amazing!)
Take Me Away
Middle Eastern Chant/Snake charm music preceeding I Can't Put My Finger On It
At Midnight, everyone sang happy birthday to Dean, then Gener and the bass
player showered the already intoxicated Deaner with champagne, and then gave
the almost full bottles to the audience. The crowd howled in delight.
Afterwards, Dean asked the audience for freebase.
Dr. Rock
The Blarney Stone (On which Deaner couldn't remember the words to the last
verse, so he struggled to make up new ones "I've go hemrhoids on me asshole...
I've got....a cock." The song ended up being much longer because of Deaner's
wastedness....he kept trying to sing, but nothing came out.)
***Intermission***
Fat Lenny
Tick
Buenos Tardes
Birthday Boy
Awesome Sound
You Fucked Up (Definately the crowd favorite)
Dean was sick, but managed to pull of the show perfectly. The show was
perfect. The music rocked Saddam Hussein's ass back to Russia. I mean, fucking
amazing! Except for the drunk bastard shouting "You fucked up!!!! Let me lick
your pussy! Fuck you Ween! Faggots!", the crowd was excellent. Someone was
blowing soap bubbles the entire show. Gene put on a shirt that was a gift from
a fan. After "You Fucked Up", every band member, except Gene, leaped into the
crowd over and over. And over.
Before leaving, we made an effort to thank Paul The Road Manager Above All
Road Managers once again for smuggling us in. He led us backstage to say "Hi"
to the band. At this point, I don't think the night could've gotten any
better, until we were introduced to the band's ample food tray. I ate all of
ween's strawberries....
The members of the band were drinking in the back room, which was packed
with groupies. We said "Hi", shook hands, and talked with Gener about the
internet. He takes a lap top with him on the road and uses AOL, although he
hates it. "AOL sucks", he said. I didn't ask for autographs or any of that
other groupie bullshit. I left, feeling uncomfortable pestering the band after
their show.
All in all, the show dominated. Ween sounds a lot heavier live, partially
due to their drummer, Claude. Not a problem. The band seemed to be having a
really good time. I left feeling happier than heck. This was probably the best
show I've seen in a lonhg time, and was well worth the three hour drive...
They'll be in Portland tonite, and LA on Sunday....I suggest anyone in the
vicinity to go see them.....
Later, meng(?)..
Rev. Theodore Bibbins,
The Church of Louis
Dean Ween, Live 1997 Incredible photo taken by J. Tayloe Emery
From: rattlhed@eburg.com (Vic Rattlehead)
Subject: Ween in Seattle...Portland, you're next!!
Date: Thu, 25 Sep 1997 11:45:49 GMT
Hey, just got back from Ween at the Showbox in Seattle. This was my first
time seeing these dudes live, and I must say, I've been to hundreds of shows,
and this was one of the absolute best I've ever seen.
First off, the night was adventureous cause we had to smuggle my friend in
cause he forgot his ID, but that was successful.....anyhow....
Ween came on and from the start, they just rocked! Gene was/is sick, but he
stuck in there and his voice was smooth as shit. Dean, well, what can I say,
was just incredible. I was with a friend that had seen them 4 previous times,
and he said he'd never seen the both of them is such perfect form. And to top
it all off, it was Deaner's B-day at midnight, so there was some champagne and
celibrating going on. Cool!
They also had a heck of a large crowd, which they truely deserve. Some people
don't want "their" bands to get too big, but hey, these guys deserve all the
fans they can get (and all the $$ too!). I know the show sold out, and I'd
say there were a good 500 people there.
I was right up front for most the show, and could see Gene's set list. I
don't remember everything, but they played a great selection spanning all
their CD's. With very killer versions of "Frank" and "Awesome Sound", to an
extended version of "Buenos Tardes Amigo".
So, as you can tell, I'm one happy Ween fan. I've been waiting a long time to
see them (the last two times they have come to Seattle, I wasn't able to go)
and I finally got to. Even hung out front for 45 minutes as was able to grab
their autographs (along with the other members of the band, who were cool as
hell!). Dean was so fucked up he could barely sign his name, but he did!
later mangs......
vic
:)
Gene Ween, Live 1997 Incredible photo taken by J. Tayloe Emery