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The Bachelorette Recap: And Then There Were Five

Only five bachelors remain for Desiree Hartsock . On tonight’s episode of  The Bachelorette she’ll travel with them to Madeira where Brooks Forester  will make a shocking revelation. Feelings are forming, y’all. If last week’s previews are any indicator, there are sure to be man tears tonight. So let’s get started with our  THG +/-  recap system! (Impatient? We don’t blame you. Skip straight to The Bachelorette  spoilers . It’s our little secret.) Madeira is beautiful and completely fueling my wanderlust.  Plus 7 . Chris is falling in love with Desiree. He’s ready to introduce her to his family, buy her a ring, and have a litter of puppies. Or babies. Whichever.  Plus 3 . Des invited girls from her Bachelor season to give her their thoughts on the remaining five bachelors. Among them? Catherine, Sean Lowe’s fiancee. Awkward.    Desiree’s falling in love with more than one guy. Uh-oh. As the girls are chatting about the guys, the guys decide to go for a dip in the pool. Conveniently.  Minus 5 . Drew racks up “best kisser” and “best body” while Chris gets “most athletic.” Brooks gets “best eyes” and Zak gets “most adventurous.” Des has daydreamed of who has the best Junior and says they’ll all be great at first. Naughty, naughty!! Brooks has his second one-on-one date with Desiree and thinks today is about taking things to the next level. Chris can see the connection Des and Brooks have and that makes him nervous. She has to decide if she wants to meet his parents and if she wants him to meet her parents. And Brooks has to decide if he wants to introduce Desiree to his parents. It’s all so angsty.  Minus 7 . Brooks wants to figure out where their relationship is and they decide they need an adjective between like and love to describe where they are. He’s definitely not himself on this date. Des pictures her life with Brooks as an adventure each and every day. She’s falling in love with Brooks and wants him to know it.  Plus 9. They’re on a date that is actually in the clouds. It’s other-worldly. Brooks says that things with the two of them are easy already. He’s looking for someone to put together the puzzle pieces with him. Des can see Brooks as her husband and in the past 30 seconds she’s said “falling in love” or “find love” at least 10 times.  Minus 4 What they both want is to be in love with someone. So they’re on the same page. Des says they’ve had a breakthrough in their relationship but that sounded like a lot of wishy-washy non-committal back-and-forth to my ears.  They share a touching “I’m so glad to be here with you” and then shout that they’re on Cloud 9 out into the, um, clouds. Back at the house, Chris gets a one-on-one date for the following day. He’s ready to give a “Tiger Woods fist pump.” Thus solidifying his superlative as Most Athletic.  Plus 5 Desiree is falling in love with Brooks and hopes that after their dinner, they’ll both be able to say the same.  Brooks’ family gets really attached to his girlfriends, so he’s a little afraid to introduce Des to them. Desiree says that first and foremost, she wants Brooks to  want her to meet his family.  Plus 4 He brings up their adjective game and she says skipping, jogging, running, and finish line. It’s a marathon not a sprint?  Brooks feels like Desiree admitting that she’s running toward the finish line with him was “honest” but he’s “behind in his emotional process.” That sounds like the new “It’s not you, it’s me.”  Minus 9. He decides he needs her to meet his family so that he’ll know if he’s running or jogging or dropping out of the race. Desiree feels fireworks when she kisses Brooks. Eh, could’ve been all the red wine. Chris and Des depart for their date. On a yacht. She’s taking him to a deserted island.  Insert Lost jokes here .  Gratuitous swimsuits for the both of them so they can talk about their hot chemistry while he helps her work out some kinks. Now they’re dressed again and following the deserted island’s well-manicured path.  She asks if the Chris she gets is the Chris his friends get and Chris says “100%.” And then he brings out a bottle and some paper and decides they’re going to write a poem together.  Poems are so William Shakespeare. And by that I mean dead.  Minus 4. They work their way toward the shore to toss in the bottle and Chris says “we’re gonna get a little wet.” Is he talking about the ocean, or their amazing chemistry? Hmmmm.  He’s not falling for Desiree. He’s fallen. And he plans to tell her that night at dinner.  Plus 9. Desiree makes a toast to Chris being such a wonderful and supportive man. She enjoys his “boyish” qualities. I can’t actually decide if that’s a compliment. He asks how big a family she wants and he says three to four kids. Chris is good with that.  Plus 4 . Dinner is going great, conversation and wine is flowing, and then Chris starts sweating. Because he’s nervous. Way, crazy nervous. It’s silly and cute and also ridiculous. Annnnd, there’s another poem.  Minus 4 . Just SAY IT ALREADY. Oh. There it is. Desiree doesn’t say it back, but she does kiss him a lot. She’s falling for him, though, so that’s something. And there’s more kissing. A lot more.  Date #3 in Madeira is with Michael. It’s his first one-on-one date. Here’s hoping he doesn’t prosecute her. Or cross-examine her.  There are no cocktails above the clouds or on deserted islands with Michael. They’re just going to explore the town. That’s already a less awesome date than her other two. Michael knows the color royal blue.  Minus 4 . When Michael kisses Desiree, he feels a flood of emotions. Which I guess is what they’re calling it these days. They take a toboggan ride all the way down the island and she laughs while he makes almost no sounds at all. He’s very…stick in the mud. After seeing her on dates with Brooks and Chris, it’s clear that Michael is not the one. Desiree is looking for vulnerability from Michael, which is a side she has yet to see. He plans to lay it all out there for her. Dinner gets off to an awkward start with Michael thanking her for the day. It’s super weird.  Minus 2 . He definitely shows his softer side when he talks about his mom and the sacrifices she made to raise him. His dad left when he was young and Michael has taken that experience and used it to learn what he’ll do better when he becomes a dad some day. Desiree’s ovaries start to flutter.  Plus 7 . Michael’s last girlfriend cheated on him after moving to Miami to be with him and he was heartbroken. It took him a year to feel ready to move on. And move on he has. To Desiree.  Plus 8 . Michael never stops talking. Ever. Ever ever.  Minus 15 . Zak and Drew are going on a two-on-one date with Desiree. There’s a rose on their date, but neither of them will go home at the end of the night.  They’re racing go karts for Desiree’s heart. And Desiree in a go kart makes Zak’s heart race. Plus 4 . After the three of them go around the track together, Desiree bows out and sends the guys out against each other. The winner gets a prize. Desiree, perhaps?  Zak calls love like the rush of adrenaline when you’re speeding through a race. He wins. Easily.  Plus 12. Poor Drew. Since Zak won the race, he gets alone time with Desiree first. He wants the rose so he can take Desiree back to his hometown. He recaps everything for her with drawings from day one to that moment. These are way better than Chris’ poems. Way.  Plus 23 . After some kissing, he makes her laugh and holds back the words “I Love You” since she’s also on a date with Drew.  Plus 12 . Drew’s glad that it’s finally his time with Desiree and considers this date and introducing her to his family a “statement of his future intentions.”  He says his family was almost as excited that he would be meeting her as he was. So that’s not creepy at all. She tries to get him to loosen up a little and he giggles. It’s ridiculous.  Minus 3 . He’s never had feelings like this before. With anyone. And he’s fallen in love with her.  Zak maybe should’ve stepped up his game a little bit and dropped the L word. It’s not looking good for him right now. She gives the rose to Drew.  And now it’s time for a rose ceremony. There’s another reminder that feelings have formed as Desiree heads into a chat with Chris Harrison.  Since she’s done a good job of keeping the five relationships separate, there’s a good chance someone’s getting his heart broken tonight.  Desiree says that Drew is the best looking guy she’s ever met and also kind. She smiles and giggles when Chris says “Brooks.” Since their date, she’s hit the finish line regarding Brooks. But Brooks doesn’t know that yet. She tears up when she thinks about being in love again.  Chris asks if things are over and she says she’s still keeping an open mind. And also falling in love with Chris, too. She’s made her decision so they head into the rose ceremony. Drew is safe and will be introducing Desiree to his family next week on the hometown dates. She’ll also be meeting Brooks’ family. And Chris’ family. And Zak’s family.  It’s back to Miami for Michael.  Plus 10. Her relationships with the other guys have grown in ways that her relationship with Michael hasn’t. He’s heartbroken but he thinks the world of her.  He was excited to introduce her to his family and says that no girl will be able to match up to her so he doesn’t know when he’ll ever be able to date again. Hey Michael? That sort of thing is why you’re going home, dude. He calls his mom from the limo ride to the airport. So that’s sweet? EPISODE TOTAL: +63 SEASON TOTAL: +389

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Zach Sobiech Dies: "Clouds" Singer Was 18

Zach Sobiech, who fought bone cancer since his osteosarcoma diagnosis at 14, succumbed to the disease after a long battle. He died at age 18. The Children’s Cancer Research Fund reported on its website: “Zach was at home and at peace with those he loved most. Zach’s life ended just as he lived, embraced by the love of his family, friends, grace and music.” Zach wrote, recorded and released “Clouds,” a song about facing death, on YouTube in December; it’s been viewed at least three million times since. The Children’s Cancer site added, ”Cancer may have taken Zach too soon, but he leaves a lasting legacy that many of us will never achieve.” “His message of love and hope delivered through infectious lyrics and simple tunes have imprinted on the minds and hearts of millions around the world.” Zach Sobiech – Clouds Zach’s family released a statement as well: “It is with heavy heart that we announce the passing of our son Zachary David Sobiech,” they said. “Our family has been blessed not only by his amazing presence in our lives, but also by the love and support of our family and friends and by so many people in the community.” “In particular we’d like to thank those people who listened with their hearts and helped Zach bring his message and his music to the world.” Zach’s parents Rob and Laura, and siblings Alli, Sam and Grace ask that all memorials be directed to the Zach Sobiech Osteosarcoma Fund. Our thoughts go out to Zach’s friends and family.

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Zach Sobiech Dies: "Clouds" Singer Was 18

Zach Sobiech, who fought bone cancer since his osteosarcoma diagnosis at 14, succumbed to the disease after a long battle. He died at age 18. The Children’s Cancer Research Fund reported on its website: “Zach was at home and at peace with those he loved most. Zach’s life ended just as he lived, embraced by the love of his family, friends, grace and music.” Zach wrote, recorded and released “Clouds,” a song about facing death, on YouTube in December; it’s been viewed at least three million times since. The Children’s Cancer site added, ”Cancer may have taken Zach too soon, but he leaves a lasting legacy that many of us will never achieve.” “His message of love and hope delivered through infectious lyrics and simple tunes have imprinted on the minds and hearts of millions around the world.” Zach Sobiech – Clouds Zach’s family released a statement as well: “It is with heavy heart that we announce the passing of our son Zachary David Sobiech,” they said. “Our family has been blessed not only by his amazing presence in our lives, but also by the love and support of our family and friends and by so many people in the community.” “In particular we’d like to thank those people who listened with their hearts and helped Zach bring his message and his music to the world.” Zach’s parents Rob and Laura, and siblings Alli, Sam and Grace ask that all memorials be directed to the Zach Sobiech Osteosarcoma Fund. Our thoughts go out to Zach’s friends and family.

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Carmen Electra’s Act of Desperation of the Day

Last year, when I heard that Carmen Electra was hosting a local night club for 2,000 dollars, I thought she had hit rock bottome. It turned out that I was wrong. Because in that year, she’s decided to come up with some stage show, despite being 40, where she actually sings and dances like some kind of poptart, despite being 40, and the whole thing, despite her still having a hot enough body, and rockin’ fake tits, is a horrible fucking joke. She played some McDonald’s sponsored event and I can’t find video of it, because I assume it was that bad, and everyone was too busy laughing. At least she looks classy – more 40 year old women need to dress and act like this. TO SEE THE REST OF THE PICS FOLLOW THIS LINK

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Waco Fertilizer Plant Explosion is Insane of the Day

As you know, there was an explosion at a fertilizer plant in or near Waco Texas. Not sure how many people are injured or dead, but I do know that there’s video of it shot from a car near by, that blows my fucking mind….I mean this is some serious scary shit. It’s like out of a movie, only real life. Crazy. I am wasted in a bar, but here’s hoping none of you or your family or your friends are involved in the second explosion of the week. Here’s a picture of an apartment near the site of the blast – Doesn’t look too promising that this explosion has no casualties – Accidents like this shouldn’t happen. I mean a fertilizer plant, seriously? That’s what bombs are made out of, shouldn’t they have safety measures in place. Crazy. . Here are a few pics of the clouds – it’s like a horror movie – or post apocalypse – people are obviously saying this is related to Boston. Who knows at this point. All I know is it’s not good and seems like a war zone, in a where’s the next explosion gonna be. Not good. UPDATE at 12:08 am – 60 Dead, 100s Injured. HERE’S THE DALLAS / FORT WORTH LIVE NEWS FEED WITH THE BEST LIVE COVERAGE

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Right Here (Departed) (Justin Bieber Video) with lyrics

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A video I made for Justin Bieber using the song “Right Here (Departed)” by Brandy. Lyrics: When you feel your heart’s guarded And you see the break’s started When the clouds have all departed You’ll be right here with me B rock, uh, Darkchild We back You’ll be right here with me (Oh, oh, oh) You’ll be right here with me When your life is going too fast Off the train tracks I can slow it down, oh Just when you think your bout to turn back ‘Stead you might crash I’ll be your ground, oh Oh when you feel your heart’s guarded And you see the break’s started And when the clouds have all departed You’ll be right here with me And when your tears are dry from crying And when the world has turned silent And when the clouds have all Departed You will be right here with me. (Oh oh oh) I will be right here with you You’ll be right here with me I will be right here with you You’ll be right here with me When your trapped and there’s just no key And you can’t breathe I breathe for you The fire’s got you down on both knees And the walls are closing in But I will break it through And when you feel alone I’m a be your home Whenevers comes and go You know I got you Oh when you feel your heart’s guarded And when you see the break’s started And when the clouds have all departed You’ll be right here with me (You’ll see the sun) And when your tears are dry from crying And when the worlds turned silent So when the clouds have all departed You will be right here with me I will be here right beside … http://www.youtube.com/v/cl1szELg1eo?version=3&f=videos&app=youtube_gdata Link: Right Here (Departed) (Justin Bieber Video) with lyrics

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B.o.B, Taylor Swift Salute Everyman In ‘Both Of Us’ Video

Pair examine everyday life in Nashville in new Jake Nava-directed video. By Jocelyn Vena B.o.B in his video for “Both of Us” Photo: If you’ve ever wondered what would happen if B.o.B and Taylor Swift hung out together in Nashville and hired video director Jake Nava to film it, well, wonder no more. The twosome are committing their song collaboration to celluloid in the just-released clip for the rapper’s track “Both of Us,” which features the country-pop superstar on the hook. But if you thought the video would pay homage to the glittering honky-tonks of Nashville, think again. This video instead sheds light on the grittier sides of the country music capital, following the lyrics of the track, which center on adversity and strife. Bobby Ray and Taylor are rarely seen in the same shot, as southern Americana is the twosome’s most prominent co-star. The clip opens with B.o.B hanging out in his modest home, while Swift is chilling out in the most un-Taylor Swift spot in music video history, a pool hall. There are shots of tatted locals, cowboy-boot-wearing young women, shirtless youths playing in sprinklers, teens kissing, a mobile home, and a dog that leaves Taylor awestruck with his high-flying antics. The video isn’t glamorous, but it leaves viewers appreciating the little things in life. It’s not about money, it’s about understanding that sometimes a romp through a sprinkler or a good game of billiards is enough to take you away from the mundane moments of everyday life. As the video closes out, viewers are left with a sort of fantasy, with B.o.B and Swift re-imagined as the everyman and everywoman living simple lives in rural Tennessee, much like the folks in the video. It’s like B.o.B says in the song: “Hey, but if it’s all for one and one for all/ Then maybe one day we all could ball/ Do it one time for the underdogs/ From Bobby Ray to all of y’all.” Swift shares in the sentiment when she answers on the chorus, “I wish I was strong enough to lift not one but both of us/ Someday I will be strong enough to lift not one but both of us.” The track is off B.o.B’s album Strange Clouds . Swift and the MC shot the clip in Music City, USA in mid-June, weeks prior to the official release. Related Photos Taylor Swift And B.o.B On The Set Of Their ‘Both Of Us’ Video

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B.o.B And Taylor Swift Go South For ‘Both Of Us’ Video

Duo spotted on Nashville set of Jake Nava-directed clip, which will debut later this month. By James Dinh B.o.B and Taylor Swift on the set of “Both of Us” Photo: B.o.B and Taylor Swift are an unlikely musical duo, but that doesn’t mean they don’t have anything in common. On Thursday (June 14), Bobby Ray and Swift paid tribute to their country roots on the Nashville video set for their summery sweet duet, “Both of Us.” The Jake Nava-directed clip (Beyonc

Ween May Be Gone, But Their ‘Good Run’ Lives On

With the band (apparently) calling it quits after 25 years, Bigger Than the Sound offers a eulogy. By James Montgomery Dean Ween Photo: Chris McKay/ WireImage In my review of Ween ‘s 2007 album La Cucaracha (which also happens to be the last time they were mentioned on this website), I referred to them as “musical cockroaches,” the kind of scurrying, scrounging band that — much like the titular (and totally gross) arthropod on the record’s cover — was capable of surviving nuclear holocausts and subsisting on a bar of soap for weeks at a time. “In essence, Ween are indestructible,” I wrote. “They will be here long after you and I are gone.” It turns out, I was wrong about that last point. Because on Tuesday, Aaron Freeman, better known to bong-rippers and Scotchgard-huffers everywhere as Gene Ween, told Rolling Stone that he was retiring the mantle and ending Ween, saying, simply, “It’s been a long time; 25 years. It was a good run.” Of course, this apparently came as a surprise to Freeman’s partner for the past quarter-century, Mickey “Dean Ween” Melchiondo, who reportedly wrote on his private Facebook page that the band’s breakup “is news to me, all I can say for now I guess.” There’s been no official announcement on Ween’s site , and as late as 2010, the duo were talking about entering the studio to begin work on the follow-up to Cucaracha, though, from the sound of things, those sessions probably didn’t go all that well … if they ever happened at all. But if this really is the end of the band, well, most fans probably saw it coming. After an infamous onstage meltdown at a Ween show last year, Freeman entered rehab (and just released a solo album, Marvelous Clouds ), and in recent years, Melchiondo has devoted most of his time to his side-job as a fishing guide (he describes himself as both a “pretty good conversationalist” and “fully insured”). Still, none of that makes the news any less of a bummer, especially for folks like me, who grew up with Ween, got sh–faced at their live shows — a genuine rite of passage for any fan — spent endless smoky nights dissecting their wildly divergent back catalog and, as a result, would go on to process popular music through their own uniquely cracked spectrum. Freeman is right: It was a good run. And that’s why it’s taken me almost a day to write this column. After all, how does one encapsulate their 25-year career, which began in eighth-grade typing class and has encompassed tape-machine schlock, bizarre, brain-addled semi-hits — 1993’s “Push Th’ Little Daisys” — critical acclaim and Pizza Hut commercials (and master classes in old-school country & western, nautical prog, Beatles-y psych, Buffett-y calypso and, uh, Philly Soul, to name just a few of the dozens of genres they’ve skewered)? Because of all that, they most certainly rank up there as one of weirdest acts of all time, earning their rightful place alongside the likes of Zappa, Spike Jones, Screamin’ Jay Hawkins and Captain Beefheart … though, to me, Ween were always something more: They were an entry point to all that oddity, the first of their kind. The moment I heard “Dr. Rock” or “The Stallion, Pt. 1” (from 1991’s The Pod ), I could practically feel my musical consciousness being expanded, and from that moment on, everything was different. In a lot of ways, Ween made me. I followed them through every twist and turn, often as puzzled as I was delighted ( 12 Golden Country Greats and The Mollusk remain two of my favorite albums ever). But through it all, Ween remained an important band for me, an old favorite, a reminder of the good times when I didn’t know better and when it was socially acceptable to wear basketball shorts and sit cross-legged in smoky dorm rooms all day long. And while nothing I write can effectively eulogize them, I do think that, in closing, it’s important to defend them in one regard: No matter what anyone tells you, Ween were never a “joke” band. They were a terrific band, one adept at doing anything — mostly because they wanted to — and brilliant enough to carry it out to the nth degree. The attention to detail on albums like White Pepper or Mollusk was the kind of thing only true musicians (and music aficionados) could muster — if Ween were gonna do a prog record, you’d better believe it was gonna sound like a prog record — and that held true to the very end. On what might very well end up being their final album track (the smooth-jazz-slaying “Your Party,” from La Cucaracha ), not only did they nail the buttocks-clenching uprightness of the genre, but they went out and got none other than David Sanborn to play satin-sheet sax on the thing. That goes beyond mere humor; it’s pure genius. And that’s what Ween were, to me, and to a whole lot of other people too: musical geniuses. They just managed to hide it for 25 years — though those of us who worship at the altar of the Boognish knew otherwise. Ween may not have lasted forever, but the memories they’ve soundtracked certainly will. It’s a Brown day, indeed. Related Artists Ween

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Ween May Be Gone, But Their ‘Good Run’ Lives On

With the band (apparently) calling it quits after 25 years, Bigger Than the Sound offers a eulogy. By James Montgomery Dean Ween Photo: Chris McKay/ WireImage In my review of Ween ‘s 2007 album La Cucaracha (which also happens to be the last time they were mentioned on this website), I referred to them as “musical cockroaches,” the kind of scurrying, scrounging band that — much like the titular (and totally gross) arthropod on the record’s cover — was capable of surviving nuclear holocausts and subsisting on a bar of soap for weeks at a time. “In essence, Ween are indestructible,” I wrote. “They will be here long after you and I are gone.” It turns out, I was wrong about that last point. Because on Tuesday, Aaron Freeman, better known to bong-rippers and Scotchgard-huffers everywhere as Gene Ween, told Rolling Stone that he was retiring the mantle and ending Ween, saying, simply, “It’s been a long time; 25 years. It was a good run.” Of course, this apparently came as a surprise to Freeman’s partner for the past quarter-century, Mickey “Dean Ween” Melchiondo, who reportedly wrote on his private Facebook page that the band’s breakup “is news to me, all I can say for now I guess.” There’s been no official announcement on Ween’s site , and as late as 2010, the duo were talking about entering the studio to begin work on the follow-up to Cucaracha, though, from the sound of things, those sessions probably didn’t go all that well … if they ever happened at all. But if this really is the end of the band, well, most fans probably saw it coming. After an infamous onstage meltdown at a Ween show last year, Freeman entered rehab (and just released a solo album, Marvelous Clouds ), and in recent years, Melchiondo has devoted most of his time to his side-job as a fishing guide (he describes himself as both a “pretty good conversationalist” and “fully insured”). Still, none of that makes the news any less of a bummer, especially for folks like me, who grew up with Ween, got sh–faced at their live shows — a genuine rite of passage for any fan — spent endless smoky nights dissecting their wildly divergent back catalog and, as a result, would go on to process popular music through their own uniquely cracked spectrum. Freeman is right: It was a good run. And that’s why it’s taken me almost a day to write this column. After all, how does one encapsulate their 25-year career, which began in eighth-grade typing class and has encompassed tape-machine schlock, bizarre, brain-addled semi-hits — 1993’s “Push Th’ Little Daisys” — critical acclaim and Pizza Hut commercials (and master classes in old-school country & western, nautical prog, Beatles-y psych, Buffett-y calypso and, uh, Philly Soul, to name just a few of the dozens of genres they’ve skewered)? Because of all that, they most certainly rank up there as one of weirdest acts of all time, earning their rightful place alongside the likes of Zappa, Spike Jones, Screamin’ Jay Hawkins and Captain Beefheart … though, to me, Ween were always something more: They were an entry point to all that oddity, the first of their kind. The moment I heard “Dr. Rock” or “The Stallion, Pt. 1” (from 1991’s The Pod ), I could practically feel my musical consciousness being expanded, and from that moment on, everything was different. In a lot of ways, Ween made me. I followed them through every twist and turn, often as puzzled as I was delighted ( 12 Golden Country Greats and The Mollusk remain two of my favorite albums ever). But through it all, Ween remained an important band for me, an old favorite, a reminder of the good times when I didn’t know better and when it was socially acceptable to wear basketball shorts and sit cross-legged in smoky dorm rooms all day long. And while nothing I write can effectively eulogize them, I do think that, in closing, it’s important to defend them in one regard: No matter what anyone tells you, Ween were never a “joke” band. They were a terrific band, one adept at doing anything — mostly because they wanted to — and brilliant enough to carry it out to the nth degree. The attention to detail on albums like White Pepper or Mollusk was the kind of thing only true musicians (and music aficionados) could muster — if Ween were gonna do a prog record, you’d better believe it was gonna sound like a prog record — and that held true to the very end. On what might very well end up being their final album track (the smooth-jazz-slaying “Your Party,” from La Cucaracha ), not only did they nail the buttocks-clenching uprightness of the genre, but they went out and got none other than David Sanborn to play satin-sheet sax on the thing. That goes beyond mere humor; it’s pure genius. And that’s what Ween were, to me, and to a whole lot of other people too: musical geniuses. They just managed to hide it for 25 years — though those of us who worship at the altar of the Boognish knew otherwise. Ween may not have lasted forever, but the memories they’ve soundtracked certainly will. It’s a Brown day, indeed. Related Artists Ween

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