No scrubs (or snobs)

Back when being beardless was not a choice, I was a music snob. Not totally unwarranted in the time of LFO, the Cher song with the auto-tune, and TLC’s classic exclusionary ode to discontent with scrubs. I mean even the unflappable Pearl Jam had a hit that was hard to take in Last Kiss. Still, I was know-nothing teenager yet to be in a decent band myself (no offense friends with whom I rocked but we all made better music apart than together). In one of his many moments of sharing wisdom, my Dad informed me that the world had more critics than available open positions. The aforementioned response was one that stuck with me and was reinforced as I tried to make music myself and get people to care. Humility abounds when the only response you get after a show is from drunk guy from your college telling you that you need to try to sound more like Nirvana…..and the Grateful Dead. Noted. Continue reading

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What next for the Craft beer tenderfoot?

Now that I’ve inspired you to have your “gateway beer,” you are no doubt ready to go cannonballing into all things craft beer like Ham from The Sandlot. All you need now is a sleeve of tattoos, a beard, and/or an obscure band t-shirt. Just kidding. Craft beer is for all and I pick on this type mostly out of jealousy that I am currently on my way to work and a wearing purple shirt. Back to the point. Continue reading

Gateway Beers: De-loused in the Beermatorium

Shortly after college I was gifted a bottle of Dom Perignon. On a Wednesday I cracked it and corralled my roommates in the kitchen of our Allston, Massachusetts apartment. “Cheers!”

“What’s the occasion?” they asked.

“We are having champagne,” I said with a crooked grin, raising a glass to serve as punctuation on the matter.

A fine beverage can very well be occasion for celebration in and of itself. Continue reading