This bud’s for you

It probably wasn’t what Anheuser-Busch had in mind when they developed that tagline, but many years later, as certain laws have loosened their Sam Browne belts a notch or two, a number of craft brewers — and a few larger outfits, too — are finding ways to work a little lower-case bud into their beverages.

The New York Times has the good shit here.

Now, some of you may find this hard to believe, but Your Humble Narrator has some (ahem) small experience with hops and herb, coming of age as he did when he did, and as a Geezer Third Class he is prone to reminisce at length on such matters.

So you might as well lift one, light one and lean back for another enhanced episode of Radio Free Dogpatch.

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• Technical notes: This episode was recorded with an Audio-Technica ATR2100-USB microphone and Rogue Amoeba’s Audio Hijack. I edited the audio using Apple’s GarageBand on a 2014 MacBook Pro. The background music is “Departure Lounge” by Keshco, used under a Creative Commons license (CC BY-NC-SA 3.0) from The Free Music Archive. Other sounds courtesy Freesound.org, with an assist from Your Humble Narrator, who played the opening riffs from “Don’t Bogart That Joint” by the Fraternity of Man on a Tony Dixon tin whistle and an Art & Lutherie Roadhouse acoustic guitar.

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7 Responses to “This bud’s for you”

  1. Pat O’Brien Says:

    Nice strumming! Not fair you practicing and everything. Guess I need to start if I am going to bring the Ovation up for the next ride. Of course, I can’t hold your wheel either, so no worries. The Roadhouse sounds good. I am really liking the D’Addario Flat Tops I put on last week. Less squeak and a balanced tone that knocked the twang off the treble.

    • Patrick O'Grady Says:

      Thank you, sir. I’ve been playing little bits of this and that pretty much every day, trying to get a little autopilot going on so I don’t have to think about everything I’m doing as I do it (“OK, this finger goes here, that finger goes there, and how the hell do I do F#m again?”)

      It’s pretty much the same with the podcasting: rigorous practice, trying to get the basics wired and dialed so I can concentrate on content.

      Must be a family thing. My sister, who with her husband has retired, has gotten back into playing the piano. We both took lessons as sprouts, and when Mom went to the Other Side my sister got the family upright.

      I’ve actually been thinking about picking up a Yamaha P-45 digital piano. There are a few screaming deals out there right now on combos that include a stand and stool.

  2. Hurben Says:

    Just got back from the annual Lake Taupo 160KM Cycle Challenge & after listening to this I’m feeling a bit Cheech & Chong’d.

    Reminded me of Humble Pie & their reference to ‘Durban Poison’ which was a particular strong South African weed

    • Patrick O'Grady Says:

      Humble Pie. Like, wow, man. I think I saw them once in Bibleburg. Or was that Foghat? Too many years gone by, and plenty of brain cells along with ’em. Rolllllllllllllllllll … another one, just like the other one. …

  3. Herb from Michigan Says:

    That Nebraskan weed was pretty bad cause it most likely cross pollinated with all the wheat or corn they favor growing. Or, it was left over from the hemp plots the Feds allowed during the wars so’ s we could make more uniforms for the Boys Over There. Even at my lowest (who knows…it may be yet to come) I wouldn’t drink Buttweiser unless I was burping dust after two weeks of backpacking. Then, I’d drink goat piss if it was cold enough. Hmm… Goat Piss with THC? Is it All Natural, organic and antibiotic free? Ok serve me up a glass.

    • Patrick O'Grady Says:

      I have two words for you: Grain Belt. Worst. Beer. Ever.

      In college we got into Falstaff longnecks because there was a nickel bounty on the bottles. Let the empties stack up in the kitchen and you could eventually get yourself a free case. Winning!

    • Pat O'Brien Says:

      Three words. Carling. Black. Label. Shit would sit in the beer yards in Vietnam until they wouldn’t sell you anything else. Even then we wouldn’t buy it. That bad.

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