How I Had My Face Blown Off While I Wasn't Looking

Went to see a show last Saturday night. I knew the bands stuff, have a few tunes on my pod, but the whole time leading up to the show, I was thinking i'd be more stoked if I was going to see Dinosaur Jr. tonight. Well you know what? Ween totally blew me away. The heavy rythm section reworking of thier songs for the stage is Dylanesque in its proportions. They blew my face off, drenched me in guava sweat and the volume left my ribs feeling like I had done 30 situps ( yeah, yeah , i know big deal? Make it 75 for you OK?). Bottom line was, over two hours of music and only two songs from Choclate and Cheese. Now if a band had an album with four or five singles 10 classics, should be a shoe in to hear them right - wrong. The whole show was an exhibition of how they could fuck with our heads and play nothing we were expecting but making us love them for it. The more people called out for Buenos Tardes Amigos, the louder and farther away from anything acoustic and soothing they got. Did I think a couple of old dudes could pull off an evening of music with no opening acts? No. Did they? Hell yeah. They would have embarrassed any group of young bucks stupid enough to challenge them. Do I think Dinosaur Jr might have been a better show? Maybe. Did I make the right choice? definitely. J Mascis is a virtuoso and the whole world expects to be put into awe by him every night. I didnt have any expectations of two thirty something stoner kids who grew up inhaling helium and trying to dryhump a casio. Now I do.