The Tokyo Concert Experience

  Back in 2008 I saw Ween in Paris. I haven’t seen them since and I think they haven’t toured Europe since then either. The show was a three hour tour de force at the tiny La Maroquinerie in the 20th. I was lucky to see the not so often played Fluffy as the concert closer, one of those epic 15 minutes plus renditions. I still remember it as one of the most jaw-dropping, goosebumps inducing moments I’ve seen in a concert. The reason I’m bringing this up at the beginning of this review is because before the show I bumped into Gene Ween at a cafe and something similar happened to me at this show you’re about to read about. Gene was chilling by himself having coffee at the most inconspicuous Parisian cafe you can think about. It was not far from the venue, my sister and I were killing time when we spotted him. We approached him and told him we were on the way to the show. He was very nice and laid-back. Told us thank you and to enjoy the show. 15 years later I’m on my way to WWW. Got ...