Mutilated Lips

Belvedere Jehosophat - Saturday, 14 September, 2002 - 14:22:02 - print it raw

I love music. I am addicted to music. If I could, I would inject music straight into my eyeballs.

To that end I always feel bad when I talk about music because I know people want me to shut the hell up or as Jimmy so eloquently put it ‘I slept with your mother’.

AT ANY RATE… this won’t take long. Recently (about six months ago) I discovered the existence of www.weenradio.com.

This is a place where you can go and listen to scads of Ween from both the albums and from a ridiculously large and varied variety of concerts.

Go there and be enlightened.

p.s. All apologies to Stainless Steel. His last post was about important things like war and reprisals and subversive politics and stuff. In hindsight mine might seem a trifle trivial, but the alliteration sure makes up for it.

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