Music Monday

The only radio station I listen to in the car is NPR, and sometimes on the weekends I catch bits and pieces of “A Prairie Home Companion.” This past weekend was a repeat of an old broadcast and when I turned the car on I was greeted by the music of the Civil Wars. What a delicious treat – I was really disappointed when they broke up. I got to see them early on at one of my favorite places in the world, Cain’s Ballroom, and they had the crowd in the palm of their hands all night. Their setup was no more complicated than you’ll see in the video below – just a guitar and keyboard, but you could’ve heard a pin drop while they were singing. It was really magic.

I know that PHC is beginning a new era since Garrison Keillor’s retirement, moving forward with Chris Thile, who is another favorite. His work with Nickel Creek and the Punch Brothers is amazing. I love odd covers – where the musicians and the song don’t necessarily fit neatly in your mind – and the Punch Brothers go for it fearlessly.

For a deeper dive here you go:

10 Weird and Wonderful Punch Brothers Covers



Thirsty Thursday

Another Republican debate and I’m slowly climbing off the wagon. Starting slow and sipping gently. I am a big fan of Tallgrass Brewing’s Velvet Rooster, so I was curious to try this:


Wooden Rooster,  which is Velvet Rooster aged in whiskey barrels. It was delicious and a wonderful slow sipping beer. Maybe just a tad too whiskey-ish for me, because I was mentally transported to a brief unsustainable period of my college life where I was in an intense and difficult relationship with Jack Daniels. Bad times, man, bad times. If you have positive associations with whiskey and enjoy a nice Belgian tripel I say go for it. I could be tempted to try it again.

End Times

In what may be a sign of the end of the world, I had a health scare that has led me to quit drinking for the time being. It’s giving me flashbacks to being a freshman Young Lifer primed on the D.A.R.E. program, armed with a plastic smile and the phrase “I don’t need to drink to have a good time.” Cringe, groan. So today’s Thirsty Thursday is a tall cold glass of water. Hydrate, bitches. I cleaned out the refrigerator and took all my beer to my dad, who says “I may never drink Bud Light again.” So there’s that. I’m doing the Lord’s work. What’s left in my fridge is cheese products, condiments and makeup. And ham.

The part that really sucks is that these presidential campaigns call for drinking. At this point Obamacare should cover booze. How am I supposed to stand this? I’m reduced to heavy sighing. And there’s nine months left of this dumpster fire.