New Beer Sunday (Week 752)

Dessert, justly.
Cheers!!!!!!

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16 oz. can.
Moderate pour yields a 1/4 inch tan head over a near black body with some lacing. Nose of wedding cake, almonds, and very little coffee or vanilla. Taste outshines the nose as it really does taste like wedding cake. The coffee and vanilla still take the back seat on this one with a finish of marzipan. Nice feel and overall, yet another tasty treat from the evil one. Cheers!

 

Perennial Vanilla Abraxas. Awesome adjuncts. Cheers late night crew!

 

Bouree Jethro Tull, Kashmir- Led Zeppelin, For Your Love- Yardbirds, Blackwater -Doobie Brothers, Beeswing-Richard Thompson, Witchi Tai To Jim Pepper, take Me to the River- Talking Heads, and Loveshack- b-52s.

 

Well, originally I was posting as (Not so late night) NBS at about 1:45 PST. Damn, I hate AT&T and most of the corporate internet entities. My friggin' signal, for the lack of a better term, went down at that point. I am SO DONE with bullshit carriers. Getting' in the way of me posting ma' beers. I know, I know, 1st world problems.
Anyways, the screen froze at...

What's So Funny About Peace, Love, & Understanding- Nick Lowe
Brokedown Palace- Garcia/Hunter
Running On Empty - Jackson Brown
Fortunate Sone CCR
Yesterday- Lennon/McArthy (Don't hate-I'm not a Beatles fan,m but this is amazing)
Fight Song- Rachel Platten/Dave Bassett ( Anybody who knows a serious struggle, like cancer or sobriety...)
Highway To Hell- the whole damn band---AC/DC
Mannish Boy- Muddy Waters
Run To The Hills- Iron Maiden
Magic Power- Triumph
Born To Run- The Boss

 

1. And the beer that is impressing me is Kern River's collab with Burgeon, San Marcos, CA. A Juicy, non-hazy offering. Seek it out. Ciara shines in this bad boy.

 

Yeah, Small Circle was a great, catchy tune, love that tongue in cheek voice. My fires were lit more by his words like these, still are.

Ringing of Revolution
Phil Ochs
In a building of gold, with riches untold,
Lived the families on which the country was founded.
And the merchants of style, with their red velvet smiles,
Were there, for they also were hounded.
And the soft middle class crowded in to the last,
For the building was fully surrounded.
And the noise outside was the ringing of revolution.
Sadly they stared and sank in their chairs
And searched for a comforting notion.
And the rich silver walls looked ready to fall
As they shook in doubtful devotion.
The ice cubes would clink as they freshened their drinks,
Wet their minds in bitter emotion.
And they talked about the ringing of revolution.
We were hardly aware of the hardships they beared,
For our time was taken with treasure.
Oh, life was a game, and work was a shame,
And pain was prevented by pleasure.
The world, cold and grey, was so far away
In the distance only money could measure.
But their thoughts were broken by the ringing of revolution.
The clouds filled the room in darkening doom
As the crooked smoke rings were rising.
How long will it take, how can we escape
Someone asks, but no one's advising.
And the quivering floor responds to the roar,
In a shake no longer surprising.
As closer and closer comes the ringing of revolution.
Softly they moan, please leave us alone
As back and forth they are pacing.
And they cover their ears and try not to hear
With pillows of silk they're embracing.
And the crackling crowd is laughing out loud,
Peeking in at the target they're chasing.
Now trembling inside the ringing of revolution.
With compromise sway we give in half way
When we saw that rebellion was growing.
Now everything's lost as they kneel by the cross
Where the blood of christ is still flowing.
Too late for their sorrow they've reached their tomorrow
And reaped the seed they were sowing.
Now harvested by the ringing of revolution.
In tattered tuxedos they faced the new heroes
And crawled about in confusion.
And they sheepishly grinned for their memories were dim
Of the decades of dark execution.
Hollow hands were raised; they stood there amazed
In the shattering of their illusions.
As the windows were smashed by the ringing of revolution.
Down on our knees we're begging you please,
We're sorry for the way you were driven.
There's no need to taunt just take what you want,
And we'll make amends, if we're living.
But away from the grounds the flames told the town
That only the dead are forgiven.
As they crumbled inside the ringing of revolution.

 

As a freshman at The University of Richmond (1969) our Fall dance at the old gym was headlined by Percy Sledge with Steel Mill second billing. Bruce Springsteen was the lead of Steel Mill. Percy Sledge said, "that's the hardest act I've ever had to follow".