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today is the 20th -!!!!!- anniversary of ween’s out of nowhere country album 12 golden country greats. if that means anything to you then you know there’s not much to say -though i’ll try- other than it was an incredibly cool and seminal moment in the band’s history.

a risk similar to the grateful dead’s workingman’s dead and american beauty albums and yes i’ll say it radiohead’s kid a in that it was a total 180 in songwriting, live shows, and even studio albums that caught everyone by surprise.

ween was less than two years removed from adding claude, glenn and dave to the touring and then full time band, so to go to nashville with pure ween songs and have longtime session professionals sort out the instrumentation and play it on record was another huge step for two guys who up til then had been used to taking the stage with each other, a guitar, and a drum machine.

and i’m always amazed at the age of musicians when they have important moments like this in their career. dean and gene were 26 years old when this album came out. when i was 26 i was barely off my family cell phone plan and making money through what you would charitably call nefarious jobs.

dean and gene were on their fifth album and making music with men twice their age who had played with country legends in their own right. think of the balls it took to walk into a studio with these songs, telling guys that played with elvis and willie nelson to hold that solo until right after deaner sings “on your knees you big booty bitch start suckin’.” and then went out on a full tour with them! just one more example of how and why ween is on their own level.

“so long jerry” and “i’ve got no darkside” are the two songs left off 12 gcc for whatever reason or fable you want to believe, but they’re both excellent (the former having been written about jerry garcia) and deserve your attention. this just reinforces the old saying that ween’s b-sides are better than 99% of what most other bands officially release.

i’ve also included a link just below to a fan-made mix of the same fall 1996 tour that live in toronto canada was recorded on (i always thought it was hilarious and very ween to specify the “canada” part, like people would confuse which toronto they had played in).

excuse any and all incoherence in this post, it’s late i’m drunk and didn’t even know it was the anniversary til just now so here goes nothing.

mazel tov and long live ween.

country tour ’96 sbd sampler with the shit creek boys



until a few months ago, ruby andrews was unknown to me. i think she’s one of those supremely talented soul singers from the sixties and early seventies that get lost in the shuffle unless you’re a vinyl collector or obsessed with that genre.

which is depressing because she has one of the most powerful voices i’ve ever heard, and her mark on soul music is huge regardless of her level of fame. the passion and range she has throughout her songs is unmistakable, singing every verse like it’s her last time in a studio. i could listen to her sing soup ingredients and she’d still bring it.

black ruby is my favorite of her four albums, and you can buy it here.

def jam


i’m grateful that shakespeare, whitman, thoreau

never had the pleasure of getting to know

you in their time, for surely they’d have penned

a greater ode to you, than i can even pretend

but you own my heart, and thus i shall try

to prove my love worthy, girthy and lithe


they say that a child cannot possibly feel

heartbreak and love, pain that is real

but you and i know the falsity of that claim

our instant connection was deep and not vain

though details are scarce of when we first met

you raced into my heart like a winnipeg jet

our love was pure, instant and true

i knew i’d never met another like you

our courtship was swift, i wasted no time

even when we were together you were still on my mind

we didn’t play games, we both had what we wanted

our recent selves were ghosts, already haunted

there were many before me, perhaps even some after

all we cared about was making the most of our chapter

while we weathered the valleys and cherished the peaks

know we’re just getting started, no one else shall i seek

in the heat, in the cold, when the day’s young or old

you steam and you simmer, flavors so bold

words have never really meant much between us

you’ll always have my attention with eight to twelve pieces

love has many shapes, but with you i prefer

three sides at the most, and never ever four

chicago, new york, connecticut too

all have laid claim to having the best of you

but i forsake regions and the pride of a country

though i’ll venture to guess you’re nothing special in hungary

many still question the strength of our love

but when they hear your name, it’s me they think of

for when i return home at a long day’s end

energy sapped, back unable to bend

there’s nothing, nothing!, that i’d rather see

than a lovely cheese pizza, just for me.


one of my favorite things to watch, this is jerry at his most animated. this version of “u.s. blues” -38 years ago today- comes in the encore slot of the 4-12-78 show at cameron indoor at duke university, and he sends the crowd off on a wild high.

this is something that can’t be faked; it’s pure and of the moment, which is what makes it so awesome to watch. i never saw the grateful dead, but i know enough that seeing jerry like this on stage was an extremely rare thing to witness.

and as a bonus, here’s jerry and bob getting into it together during “terrapin station” at hampton coliseum on 3-24-87, and below that is “good lovin’ > la bamba” from msg on 9-18-87.

watch bobby looking over at jerry during the terrapin to see if he’s going to join him for the synchronized over-strumming. so great to see jerry letting people know he was having fun up there. the crowd reaction says it all. roar after roar as he makes bobby’s day- and everyone else’s.


it’s friday, and you know what? we’re having such a great time, and we’ve only got a couple minutes before they kick us off the stage, and we played, uh, tweezer in hershey park, but we never did tweezer reprise, so we’re gonna play it again- this is for hershey park!


profit tv show

if you are over 30 you may remember that in 1996, fox aired a show called profit that ran for 5 episodes before being cancelled. there were 9 total that had been filmed, and i recently wasted 7 hours of my life watching them all.

you can pick any mid-90’s fox show and it would have a 83% chance of being the most ridiculous show you’ve ever seen, but profit somehow rises above them all as the king of cheesedick 90’s schlock.

jim profit is the title character and, i guess, protagonist. we learn early on that he was raised by a hillbilly father in rural kentucky and spent his formative years locked in a cardboard box that had a hole in it so he could watch tv. he also had an incestuous relationship with his stepmother bobbi, who steals the spotlight in her return to his life while acting as both foil and sidekick, all the while dropping dialogue so over the top you can almost feel the camera man trying to steady the frame and not succumb to his shoulders as they shake up and down in laughter.

sample quote: “jimmy, you got what i need and you ain’t afraid to use it.” this is said as she aggressively shoves her hands down his pants and basically winks at the camera without actually making eye contact with the audience.

the opening theme is some kind of amalgam between the howling from the good, the bad and the ugly “ahhh-uhh-ahhh-uhh-ahhh… wah-wah-wah” soundtrack and what sounds like a b-side to some mid-90’s techno instrumental. the show also uses a voiceover from profit’s character, which is done in such a weirdly hushed monotone that he sounds like the cobra commander whispering dialogue from a bad soap opera.

the show follows “jimmy” and his quest to take over the company he’s just been hired to work for, which -in a huge coincidence- is the same company whose name and logo graced the cardboard box that he spent his entire childhood in. jimmy goes to great lengths to gain the trust of the two brothers now running the family business and rise from a mid level executive to their right hand man.

he does this with the help of bobbi, his secretary gail whom he blackmails within the first 30 seconds of meeting, and a home computer that somehow has access to literally any and every computer-based information in the world, from the fbi to the hospital that is holding gail’s dying mother.

gail takes care of the majority of the paperwork-related scheming at the office, while bobbi helps in the social sabotaging. this includes trying to break up both of the brothers’ respective marriages by profit having an affair with one of their wives himself while bobbi goes after the other wife who is conveniently a closet lesbian, then dumping her to go after the woman’s now ex-husband.

what i love most is profit’s steadfast and unwavering confidence that everything will go his way. because it does: if someone is impeding him, he usually just murders them and blames it on someone else who is also impeding him. this show makes no bones about the endgame, which is profit’s rise to kingmaker-type power and steamrolling anyone that even remotely resembles an enemy, and the more unbelievable his actions are the more it makes me want to root for him.

i can’t in good conscience give this show an actual recommendation, but all the episodes are on youtube and if you’re looking for something mindless and somewhat entertaining that also provides a touch of perverted nostalgia, knock yourself out.

here’s the first episode:


glory glory it’s friday!


it’s friday- escobar season has returned; make sure to pay all your thugs that are on salary before leaving for the weekend.


i was still on a high from the ween reunion shows when i got back from broomfield last week and started poking around for some real old school brownness when i came across this youtube link.

according to the reddit and browntracker posts i’ve read, ween’s long beach island tapes were stolen from deaner’s car sometime after they were recorded during the white pepper sessions between 1999 and 2000.

a different tracklist from the wp bootlegs that have been around, there is a lot of great music on here that i’ve never heard before. “wash me down” is easily my favorite, but the whole collection sounds like a warm, hazy summer afternoon at the beach.

these are demos and don’t sound impeccable, but i used an mp3 converter to get the youtube link downloaded, then spliced each song individually (@ 256 kbps) and added some artwork from a google image i found of deaner.


1. bananas and blow
2. put your boobs on
3. long beach island
4. wash me down
5. back to basom
6. the grobe
7. baroque jam
8. the belvedine
9. be my wife
10. for so long

download HERE.


it’s friday- swing low and get the hell out of this week; enjoy the weekend everyone.

and because i love this song, here are a few more great versions: