A note from Professor Good Ales: Because of content this post has also been posted elsewhere at LTS.
Written by Ye Olde Scribe
(Scribe is simply providing a convenient pun and admits to having never tasted Duff, which apparently is a real product inspired by the fictional Duff. But he does dedicate this column to Duffman style politics being practiced in the White House on the day this was posted.)
Scribe longs for an Arrogant Bastard President. No, not Saint Junior, may he rest in peace.
Not dead yet?
After choking on a pretzel and the transportation device accident, Scribe is surprised. Well… enough of that SEGWAY.
Brewer profiles include both homebrewers and brewers who work for “the man,” or “the woman,” or the… nevermind! This edition we have our first homebrewer profile.
When I first met Phil Kane I was glad to recognize his first achievement: a homebrewer crazier than me. I mean that with affection. It was during a pub crawl. We were at a former micro and brewpub in Nashville called Market Street and he was already there wearing a big butt. I’m not kidding. Our annual Music City Brewers competition was being held near Halloween, so naturally Phil came in costume… and wore it on the crawl.
For years he was affectionally known in the club as, “Ass Man,” and that’s not sarcasm. Phil is quite loved here in Nashville. Just don’t tell Jody his wife.
But he also earned my respect because he likes to brew odd/weird beers like I do.
(Unless otherwise attributed, images and photos from Pittsfieldbrewworks.com)
Small city nestled in the rolling hills of the Berkshire region of Massachusetts.
(Image from wikimedia.org)
I came here for the first time in the early 90s and eventually found Pittsfield Brew Works. I didn’t go back for quite a while.
Last year for the first time in at least ten years I stopped and was pleasantly surprised at how much the brew had improved. I even bought a shirt. I promised to return and do a review when I returned the next year.
(Note: I pasted this first beer-related submission for Scribe as is, as he requested when he called: no editing. Oh, and the wisecracks are his and his alone.-Ken Carman)
Back in the STONED age, Ye Olde Scribe; who prefers beer, wrote a column called Hop-ing Around. Ah, kiddies, let Great, Great Grandpa Scribe tell you about a time when brewing dinos like Market Street in Nashville, Santa Rosa in Fort Walton Beach and Hosters in Columbus had yet to sink in the primordial ooze that is the history of beer making. One might refer to it as the La Brea Brew Pits. The competition to have your homebrew become part of the Longshot line of beers brewed by Sammy MaGilicuddy Adams; distant cousin to Ma Barker of the Ms. Barker Pump Em’ Full of Lead Brewpub, was in it’s first incarnation and then died.
(Note. Sam’s middle name is NOT “Magilicuddy,” and in no way is related to Ma Barker, or even Ms Me-ow-er. She never ran a brewpub. YOS just made that all up.)
But like Longshot, Scribe has gone Phoenix because one of the king-like editors at this digital rag kept ASH-king. This friend, who visits Scribe in his bunker somewhere in the New England area… or not… when he’s working up here, asked Scribe to write about beer again. So, OCCASIONALLY, Scribe will do short previews of pubs and such that most likely will be reviewed in Brew Biz in the future, or some other related to this blog blather.
420 Stockbridge Rd.
Great Barrington, MA 01230