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Thursday, May 14, 2009
Organic Beer Fest Ho
We are but two weekssix weeks [sorry, month confusion there] from one of the best beerfests in all of Beervana. Earlier today, Abe Goldman-Armstrong sent out the list of beers in this year's lineup--and it looks like a good one. (That's how you know it's a good fest, right?--the beer.) Thanks to a hat tip from Samurai Artist, we also have a cool vid to get us in the mood. Here's Alison Grayson's short doc on last year's fest:
Wow man! That was a really cool video! Makes me want to to take some bong hits, drop some acid, listen to some Dead and have sex with my compost pile.... ;-}
Honestly... I'm all for Organic brewing and I think this is great!
Here's the lyrics to "John Barleycorn." I prefer the "Traffic" version myself:
There were three men came out of the west, their fortunes for to try And these three men made a solemn vow John Barleycorn must die
"They've ploughed, they've sown, they've harrowed him in Threw clods upon his head And these three men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn was dead
They've let him lie for a very long time, 'til the rains from heaven did fall
And little Sir John sprung up his head and so amazed them all They've let him stand 'til Midsummer's Day 'til he looked both pale and wan
And little Sir John's grown a long long beard and so become a man They've hired men with their scythes so sharp to cut him off at the knee
They've rolled him and tied him by the waist serving him most barbarously
They've hired men with their sharp pitchforks who've pricked him to the heart
And the loader he has served him worse than that For he's bound him to the cart They've wheeled him around and around a field 'til they came unto a barn
And there they made a solemn oath on poor John Barleycorn
They've hired men with their crabtree sticks to cut him skin from bone
And the miller he has served him worse than that For he's ground him between two stones
And little Sir John and the nut brown bowl and his brandy in the glass
And little Sir John and the nut brown bowl proved the strongest man at last
The huntsman he can't hunt the fox nor so loudly to blow his horn And the tinker he can't mend kettle or pots without a little barleycorn"
I'm sure Alison appreciates your bile, Doc. I guess you've added yet another person to the list of those from whom you must hide when in public. Nice job.
I can't remember if it was Jamie, but someone from New Belgium gave our group of three the super-VIP tour of their brewery a couple years ago. Their waste-water treatment plant was pretty interesting, but the scale of the facilities were the best I've seen of any craft-quality breweries. That Fat Tire money was well invested.
Methinks you mean two MONTHS. Whew. Panictown, OR, Population: Me.
ReplyDeleteAhem; who're you calling an Organic Beer Fest Ho? ;-)
ReplyDeleteDave: heh, yeah, sorry. Month confusion.
ReplyDeleteWow man! That was a really cool video! Makes me want to to take some bong hits, drop some acid, listen to some Dead and have sex with my compost pile.... ;-}
ReplyDeleteHonestly... I'm all for Organic brewing and I think this is great!
Here's the lyrics to "John Barleycorn." I prefer the "Traffic" version myself:
There were three men came out of the west, their fortunes for to try
And these three men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn must die
"They've ploughed, they've sown, they've harrowed him in
Threw clods upon his head
And these three men made a solemn vow
John Barleycorn was dead
They've let him lie for a very long time, 'til the rains from heaven did fall
And little Sir John sprung up his head and so amazed them all
They've let him stand 'til Midsummer's Day 'til he looked both pale and wan
And little Sir John's grown a long long beard and so become a man
They've hired men with their scythes so sharp to cut him off at the knee
They've rolled him and tied him by the waist serving him most barbarously
They've hired men with their sharp pitchforks who've pricked him to the heart
And the loader he has served him worse than that
For he's bound him to the cart
They've wheeled him around and around a field 'til they came unto a barn
And there they made a solemn oath on poor John Barleycorn
They've hired men with their crabtree sticks to cut him skin from bone
And the miller he has served him worse than that
For he's ground him between two stones
And little Sir John and the nut brown bowl and his brandy in the glass
And little Sir John and the nut brown bowl proved the strongest man at last
The huntsman he can't hunt the fox nor so loudly to blow his horn
And the tinker he can't mend kettle or pots without a little barleycorn"
I'm sure Alison appreciates your bile, Doc. I guess you've added yet another person to the list of those from whom you must hide when in public. Nice job.
ReplyDeleteI can't remember if it was Jamie, but someone from New Belgium gave our group of three the super-VIP tour of their brewery a couple years ago. Their waste-water treatment plant was pretty interesting, but the scale of the facilities were the best I've seen of any craft-quality breweries. That Fat Tire money was well invested.
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