INDUSTRY NIGHT FTR summon the qween
some sort of tribute to ween
unappreciated:
1.) having value that is not acknowledge
unsung, unvalued, unacknowledged; not recognized or admitted
2.) not likely to be rewarded
thankless, ungratifying unrewarding not rewarding; not providing personal satisfaction
do you find it difficult to grow up? do you have challenges maintaining adult relationships and managing adult responsibilities and perhaps exhibit traits such as avoiding responsibilities, resisting commitment or seeking constant fun and excitement? do you display a general lack of ambition or direction in life? do you prefer to engage in activities associated with childhood rather than taking on the responsibilities and challenges of adulthood?
while it is a little different for everyone, the closeness of one’s relationship to the message and music of ween works primarily like a switch with only two settings, on and off. for those who hear the call of the boognish the world can be a very brown place, at once being limitlessly unbounded and at the same time a maddening loop that could all happen on the back of a postage stamp and still be legally mailed. to those less fortunate, it is easy to recognize the multiple failures to launch, botched returns of jupiter and flagrant apostasy to whatever invisible force it is that keeps otherwise grown men arrested in the same mindset as a twelve year old (full realization/complete enlightenment).
summon the qween. an irreverent salute to the the life and art of ween by real-live children hiding inside adult vessels, relationships and feigned interest in your trip to cheesecake factory.
“taste the waste, mang. taste the waste”