July 11, 2012 § Leave a comment
I love Ween. They just broke up, but they were one of the best of the best. Long live the Boognish. – JH 2012
It is 1984, an 8th grade typing class in rural New Hope, Pennsylvania. Mickey Melchiondo and Aaron Freeman are ignoring the lesson, preferring instead to reflect upon the inherent merits of The Beatles and Prince and Syd Barrett. This discussion results in an impromptu jam session, Aaron on vocals, Mickey on guitar, both preternaturally proficient for their age, tearing through Led Zeppelin covers with a primal frenzy.
And it feels good. In fact, it feels like destiny… like family, as if the two had been birthed from loins of the same blazing rocknroll god – an entity they will eventually dub; “The Boognish”. And, so, that fateful afternoon, in The Great Boognish’s honor, Aaron and Mickey decide to become blood brothers. Clasping hand over heart, they pledge allegiance to the power of the power chord, renaming and reinventing themselves – no longer Aaron and Mickey now, but transformed into the unstoppable duo; “Gene and Dean Ween”.
27 years, thousands of home-recordings, 17 albums, and countless live shows later, Ween are still making good on that vow. This coming Saturday they will play to a sell out crowd at the Wiltern, their utterly unique brand of musical weirdness – part chameleonic virtuosity, part 1970s shredder showmanship – still garnering unprecedented audience adoration.
When Ween released their first official record, in 1990, a double album entitled GodWeenSatan: The Oneness, there were those who dismissed them as a gag act, a stoner joke band who sang songs about burritos and bongs. But Ween’s astounding endurance is inarguable proof that their work runs far deeper then critics first might have expected. Yes, they might have penned such classics as “Poop Ship Destroyer” and “Squelch the Weasel” (one of many Ween tracks featuring the weasel as a lyrical component), but Ween is not a joke band.
Their humor, sly and good-natured, is couched – not in irony, parody, or satire – but in awed homage. They are less Weird Al and more Frank Zappa (without the politics), dedicated audiophiles culling inspiration from a wide variety of genres and filtering it through their own incredible technical prowess. There is no doubt that Gene is one of the finest singers of his generation, boasting stunning range and clarity. And Dean’s prowess at the guitar is more or less unrivaled. They may be writing about weasels, but it’s the most incredible song about weasels you’ve ever heard in your life.
“We love what we do,” says Mickey/Dean from his home in New Hope, where the duo still lives, “and we do it with dedication and honesty and total commitment. And that’s never changed.”
“Well, we’re both 40 and we both have families, so in that respect, some things have changed,” adds Aaron/Gene, “ but Dean’s right. We still adhere to the same ethics, the same philosophy of; ‘a good song is a good song’”.
And Ween has written a multitude of good songs over their expansive career. And they show no signs of stopping. At the moment, a run in with black mold at their farmhouse studio has hindered recording a new album, but the two continue to write and play prolifically. Their expansive back catalogue boasts an endless array of the wonderfully strange, sounds which finds their muse in everything from glam rock and folk (1991’s The Pod) pop, punk, and soul (1992’s Pure Guava), raucous sea shanties (1997’s The Mollusk) and classic country (1996’s 12 Golden Country Greats).
“I love music of every dynamic. I love Frank Sinatra and Duke Ellington and Slayer,” explains Dean “we like to explore when we write and not be tied down to a genre. So now we have over 200 songs and even that’s not enough, because you want to be challenging yourself, always. There’s nothing wrong with being in a comfort zone, but you want to keep pushing yourself. “
It’s exactly that dedication that has resulted in Ween’s massive fan base, an ever-evolving network of music freaks who find solace in the band’s disregard for convention and embrace of fine musicianship. And in an era of one hit youtube wonders, Ween are still the same 4-track heroes they always where, committed to crafting obscure concept albums and mind-blowing live shows.
“A rocknroll band should drink, do drugs, act obnoxious and cheap, because that’s what it’s all about, “ enthuses Dean, “ but at the risk of sounding like a bitter old man, nowadays you have someone playing a toy piano and or something and that’s supposed to be music. We played festivals this summer and there wasn’t any distortion or loud guitars. It’s not like we’re Ted Nugent or something, but geez. I think people miss rock with balls.”
“I’m still struggling to find our role, our place in the music industry in 2011. It’s a strange time. I mean, we’re playing to more people on this tour than we ever have and we don’t have a new record out. I’m not sure people care about records any more. And while, it’s great that the internet has created a level playing field, there’s an awful lot of crap to wade through. But then again, there’s the idea that the cream always rises to the top…and that’s where I keep my hope.”
In the meantime, we keep our hope in Ween, in the power of the power chord and in brotherhood and The Boognish and in music that is funny, innovative, moving, and whacked out – all at once.
“I didn’t think I would be doing this when we started in 1984,” admits Gene, “but then again, I didn’t have any other ideas of what I was going to do instead. I think one of the reasons we’ve lasted so long is that we’ve always done our own thing. It’s a matter of two people getting together and playing together and it is what we make of it. It’s as simple as that. I liken it to more of a marriage between two people than a band. And with that comes its ups and downs and its times of intimacy and distance and miscommunication. But as long as we’re still walking on the earth. Ween will still be there.”
Originally Published in the Los Angeles Times