March 2009

Hi All,
This Saturday, March 14, at the Moum's north of Poulsbo we'll have our monthly WSB meeting, combined or surrounded by an imperial stout tasting. The imperial stout tasting starts at noon and the club meeting officially begins at 4, feel free to show up whenever you can and stay as long as you like (or until you're kicked out). Bring whatever homebrews you want to show off, and if you don't have any try to bring imperial stout/porter or their equivalents. There will be some pizza or calzones or some such, but feel free to bring any other snacks or dishes to contribute to the alcohol buffering.

We'll have some discussion and brainstorming about this year's KCF homebrew competition at 4PM.

If you would like to host a club meeting sometime this year please contact Alan or any club officer soon and we'll try to get it scheduled.

At our latest meeting absentees John Altman and Mark Hood were elected club Prez and Veep, respectively. Vic Keranen Treasurer (though Don Wyatt still maintains our checking account), and Alan Moum and Brad Ginn still maintain their (apparently lifetime) positions as data guys. If you have great ideas for the club and an interest in any of these positions please let us know and nonviolent coups may begin.

Our new Veep Mark Hood's Asian beer report from his recent business trip to Korea and China:

Seoul:
Seoul is pretty much a beer wasteland with the exception of:
1) Ex-Pat bars in Itaewon
2) Platinum brewery in Apgujong

First night there I went to 3 Alley Pub in Itaewon which is the best of these establishments from my extensive research :)
http://www.seoulstyle.com/bars-clubs/three-alley-pub.htm
Chicken wings in 4 heat levels (hint...don't get insane) go well with the Erdinger BrauWeisse on tap in the correct glass. They also have Erdinger Dunkel and Krystal Weisse in bottles. Next was Duvel in the correct glass, although they don't know how to pour. They either pour it normal and foam it all over and laugh about how the beer is wrong, or they know better, and pour it so slow there's barely a centimeter of foam. They will not let you pour it yourself. They also have a decent Kilkenny on tap that seems like it's nitro charged, smooth and creamy and flat and good. Leffe Bruin is also available in bottles there. This is the best place to go for an American by his or herself IMO, as in Korea most places are geared for two or more together. There are no real bars to speak of, and even McDonald's has "sets" of food for two.

Later in the week I visited Platinum brewery with the CTO of my developer.
http://beerme.com/brewery.php?8439
He'd never had a "decent" beer as far as I know, living off of Soju for drinking, and their beers, Hite and OB to have with food. Both are light, 3.6% beers with a lot of rice and little to recommend. Platinum brewery is owned and operated by a real brewer who obviously has a taste for Belgian styles. Their Wit is spiced with Lemon zest, orange, coriander and jasmine, and is pretty good. Not as good as John's or several others from our group, but a good solid Wit. They have a brown ale that tastes a bit young and yeasty, but basically a Newcastle clone. Not bad, but not great. They pilsner is ok, but appeals more to the HITE OB crown, albeit with a higher octane an a bit more hops. The star there though is "Morphine". An 8.7% tripel, that is quite good. It's as good or better than most NW tripels IMHO, but not as good as the best Belgians, or nearly any good Belgian. The cans labeled "Stout" in the convenience stores are actually quite refreshing and
good, with a hint of roastiness to go along with the crisp light malt/rice mix.

Beer is always served with dried squid in Korean, and sometimes jerky and nuts. The squid is perfect with beer, and it's a shame it has a bad wrap here in the states. Slightly salty and usually sweetened a little, and sometimes spiced, it is nearly always served with two small dishes of "dip", one a red mild chili sauce, and the other mayonnaise.

Beijing:
Next off to Beijing. Beijing has two major beer companies, Tsingtao, and Yanjing, each with several different qualities and strengths. Tsingtao in a bottle was as good as I've ever had Tsingtao, with a crisp hoppy finish and a very clean taste. In a can, it was flat and flavorless. Not sure why, but probably different beers altogether.
I thought Yanjing was a waste of time until I found one labeled "Special". It's only 11 degrees plato as opposed to 10 of the regular, but the difference was amazing. It had a maltiness and consistency reminiscent of Budvar, albeit much lighter. Lightly hopped, yet with some real aroma hops. Each beer I saw had government markings telling the quality (I only saw "Good" and "Excellent", the degrees plato, and the ABV class, i.e. >3.6% or >4.2%. There's probably more but I never saw them. They also all listed the ingredients. They were the same on every beer I had. Water, Malt, Rice, and Hops. No yeast listed, and no qualification on what kind of malt, so I imagine it's all barley malt. I was told they have all malt beers, as they do in Korea and Japan, but I never saw them.
They are cheap in stores, and even sold in soda machines for 5RMD (about $.80). In a bar, expect to pay $3-8 depending on where.
Then they took me to a bar that "brewed their own beer"...For a mere $700RMB (slightly over $100) they brought out a "keg" of their "White beer". This was explained to me as one of two types, a White beer and a black beer. I asked for the black beer, but got the white. It was maybe a gallon total. The Keg was larger, but it appeared to be only slightly more than half full. It tasted like one of the old "Mr Beer" kits, with an extracty, yeast, worty flavor, and fairly flat and stale. It was obviously an attempt at a Witbier, but a poor one. Stronger than their normal beer, but it had a soapy taste to go along with the other flaws that made it barely drinkable, but as they got that to impress me, I didn't have the heart to tell them, so I drank a few small glasses. The bar itself was in an incredible spot on a lake in the middle of Beijing lined with bright neon signs. Bars and restaurants all around. The name meant "Back door lake" as it was behind a
palace,
http://www.gluckman.com/BeijingHouHaiLake.html

In Beijing, I suggest exploring more and doing some research up front, or sticking to the bottles, or even their "White Wine" which is actually rice whiskey of 45-50% or even more. Beer doesn't seem to be appreciated much, except as an alternative to tea for drinking with food. BTW, the lunch we had with the bottled beers included duck tongue, jellyfish, and a white fish boiled in a gallon pot of oil with chilies. Not as bad as it sounds. Beijing is "not" easy to find a good bar in for an American on his own. Except for the kind that I didn't want to go to that had the obligatory callers trying to shuffle you in and not taking no for an answer.

Ed. note: The highest rated beer on ratebeer.com for South Korea is a 3.35 for O’ Kims Bräuhaus Helles, and for China it's just a 3.38 Paulaner Brauhaus Hefeweizen (Shanghai).

Note from Silver City:
We believe we have the Best Late Nite Specials in Town and we are willing to bribe you to come in and let us know we are right.

THIS WEEK ONLY!

$2 Beers $2 Beers After 9pm

$2 Beers are our 12oz Schooner

16oz Beers will be Only $3! (after 9pm)

Drink the Kitsap Peninsula's Award Winning Beer for Only $2
This Week Only!
Offer expires this Saturday, March 14th

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Ed. note:
BTW they also have great after 9PM happy hour food specials, incl. $1.99 burgers.

Our neighboring brew club's latest newsletter:
March NOBG Meeting
Tuesday, March 3, 2009 7:44 PM
From:
"Brian Kuh"

March Meeting Announcement

The March meeting of the North Olympic Brewer's Guild will be held Sunday, March 22nd at 2pm at the home of Keith Barnett in Sequim. Keith is one of our charter members and lives at 231 Madrona Terrace.

Please note the change from our usual Saturday meeting, but don't miss this opportunity to connect with other homebrewers from throughout the North Olympic Peninsula. Keith will also feature a tutorial on beer tasting, and welcomes everyone to bring a sample of their favorite brew to share.

Our February meeting included a small, but mighty crowd. We had three new members join us who are just starting out with brewing. Rich and Brian shared some of their handiwork, while Ed and Jeff shared some of their insight from a Brewmaster's perspective. Thanks again to Peak's Pub for hosting the event, and for being such a strong supporter of homebrewers throughout the region!

Cheers,
Brian

Some Recent Correspondence from the Washington Homebrewers Association regarding Senate Bill 5060

Dear Washington AHA, Support Your Local Brewery and BA Members:

We are pleased to announce that Senate Bill 5060 was passed unanimously by the Senate on February 27th. Senate Bill 5060 will allow for homemade beer and wine to be transported out of the house for private use as well as use in organized events.

The bill now moves on to the House, where it has been assigned to the House Commerce and Labor Committee.

We, along with the Washington Homebrewers Association, ask that you contact the members of the House Commerce and Labor Committee and politely urge them to support Senate Bill 5060 (regarding the transportation of homemade beer and wine). Let them know that it passed on the Senate floor unanimously and is a good stimulus bill for Washington's home brewers and winemakers as well as for our craft beer and wine industries. Simply give them a call or send them an e-mail. The committee members are listed below:

House Commerce and Labor Committee Members

Rep. Steve Conway (Chair)
(360) 786-7906 conway.steve@leg.wa.gov

Rep. Alex Wood (Vice Chair)
(360) 786-7888 wood.alex@leg.wa.gov

Rep. Cary Condotta
(360) 786-7954 condotta.cary@leg.wa.gov

Rep. Bruce Chandler
(360) 786-7960 chandler.bruce@leg.wa.gov

Rep. Larry Crouse
(360) 786-7820 crouse.larry@leg.wa.gov

Rep. Tami Green
(360) 786-7958 green.tami@leg.wa.gov

Rep. Jim Moeller
(360) 786-7872 moeller.jim@leg.wa.gov

Rep. Brendan Williams
(360) 786-7940 williams.brendan@leg.wa.gov

Please contact your State Representative as well to start mustering their support, as the bill could go to a full House vote shortly after the Commerce and Labor Committee hearing. You can find the representative for your district here:
http://apps.leg.wa.gov/DistrictFinder/Default.aspx

We also encourage you to attend the committee hearing for
SB 5060. The bill has not yet been scheduled for a hearing, but could be at any time. You can check the Washington Homebrewers Associations website for updates: www.wahomebrewers.org/legal

Thank you for your support of Washington’s homebrewers!

Update on the Cask Beer Festival:
Cask Fest beer lineup revealed
The countdown has begun- the Cask Beer Festival is less than a month away! As usual there will be two sessions, four hour each (separate tickets required for each session), featuring 60+ cask-conditioned beers PLUS ten different versions of the Herbert's Legendary Cask Festival Ale. And don't forget the WABL Beer for this year's Cask Festival is the Cask Double Decade by Big Time Brewery. So many great beers, so little time! To help strategize and maximize the four hour of your tasting experience here is the preliminary beer list for this year's Cask Festival.

If you haven't gotten your tickets yet don't wait too long! Tickets are going very fast, especially for the 1st session. Although we increased the capacity significantly it's very possible we'll sell out again, soon I might add. If you are going to buy tickets at an outlet you might want to give them a call first to make sure they still have tickets especially as it gets closer to the event.

WABL members will get to try the WABL Beer and receive the special WABL tasting glass (both while supplies last). WABLers also receive $5 off your Cask Fest tickets/admission. The online discount code was emailed to you a while ago (if you can't find it please shoot me an email). Please remember, the discount applies to WABL members only. In other words you cannot buy extra tickets at the WABL discount price for your non-WABL friends!! Please do not abuse the WABL discount so we can continue to offer it for the future events.

2009 Washington Cask Beer Festival
Saturday, March 28th
SeattleCenter Fisher Pavilion
305 Harrison St.Seattle, WA 98109
Session 1: 12-4pm & Session 2: 6-10pm
$35 advance/$40 at the door.
WABL discount $5 off
Separate tickets required for each session.

Widmer Brothers celebrate 25th anniversary with 84/09 Double Alt:
http://blog.oregonlive.com/thebeerhere/2009/03/widmer_brothers_celebrate...

An attempt to map the best beer areas in the country. In my mind it says more about population densities, the location of megabreweries that win masses of silly medals in the schwag beer categories, and the GABF bias towards Colorado breweries. Still it's kinda fun:
http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_V1hky3QMM4k/SXzCVJ8FBAI/AAAAAAAABIU/9yYZRJqHRJ...

Auschwitz 'a type of beer'?
http://www.news.com.au/story/0,27574,25162614-13762,00.html

Beer dominoes:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8SMorJXe5l4

Rainier Beer Ads (if anybody wants to capture and collect these videos we'd all be happy to get a copy)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iz-WuLQz_ns
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zCW9gqN-_mE
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VLNOa3sO6KU
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2-OSDSZHfFw

Stupid beer thieves of the month:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3KhUing-P7M

Seattle not a very manly city (but it beats Portland):
Click Here For Story

Beer performs miracle cure?
http://www.commercialappeal.com/news/2008/nov/25/crime-report-suspect-ri...

Weaponized brew:
http://www.nwcn.com/statenews/idaho/stories/NW_020608ORN_gas_station_rob...

Dave Barry: Teeth, beer bottles and manly child care
http://www.iht.com/articles/2004/10/22/features/bar23.php

BEER CALENDAR (be sure to check out the new beer calendar on our website, and feel free to add new entries):
Fish Tasting @ Full Throttle (Wednesday, March 11th, 5-7 p.m.)
Full Throttle Bottles
5909 Airport Way S.
Seattle, WA 98108
www.fullthrottlebottles.com

Cask Second Wednesday (Wednesday, March 11th, 3:00 p.m.- )
ElliottBay Brewhouse & Pub
255 SW 152nd St.
Burien, WA98166
(206) 246-4211
www.elliottbaybrewing.com
Featured cask: Helles Lager

Herbert's Release Party @ Latona (Monday, March 16th, 8 p.m.- )
Latona Pub
6423 Latona Ave NE
Seattle, WA 98115
(206) 525-2238
www.3pubs.com
Featuring the Herbert's by Anacortes, ElliottBay, Northgate Ram and Water Street.

NW Beer and Food Pairing Social (Tuesday, March 17th, 5:30-8 p.m.)
Palace Ballroom
2030 Fifth Ave.
Seattle, WA 98121
www.tomdouglas.com/events
Northwest Beer and Food Pairing Social featuring some of Seattle's favorite brewers! They will be pairing some of Seattle's most popular brews with delicious savory fare served from tasting stations where you can interact with the brewers and chefs to learn new tips on beer pairings. Learn why they serve a pilsner with their famous hazelnut apple salad and what meat dish is best enhanced by washing it down with a dark wheat beer. $35.00 + tax. To purchase non-refundable tickets contact Christy at (206) 448.2001 or at christinal@tomdouglas.com.

St. Patrick's Day Brewmaster's Dinner @ Hale's (Tuesday, March 17th, 7 p.m.- )
Hale's Ales Brewpub
4301 Leary Way, NW
Seattle, WA 98107
(206) 706-1544
www.halesales.com
Hale's crew invite you to a St. Patrick's Day inspired Brewmaster's Dinner. Featuring corned beef and cabbage, Ploughman's Platter and other Irish favorites paired with Hale's world class ales. $42.95 per person plus tax and gratuity. Space is limited so call for reservations.

St. Patrick's Day @ Boundary Bay (Tuesday, March 17th)
BoundaryBay Brewery
1107 Railroad Avenue
Bellingham, WA98225
www.bbaybrewery.com

Traditional Irish dancers, music by Robert Blake and the Paddy Whackers, and a special menu.

St. Patrick's Day @ Chuckanut Brewery (Tuesday, March 17th)
Chuckanut Brewery & Kitchen
601 W. Holly St.
Bellingham, WA 98225
(360) 752-3377
www.chuckanutbreweryandkitchen.com

The Moisture Festival
When Thursday, Mar 19, 2009
Where Hale's Ales Brewery - Seattle, WA (map)
Description6th annual international comedy and variety show. Advance tickets at www.BrownPaperTickets.com Info: www.MoistureFestival.com

Cask Third Thursday (Thursday, March 19th, 3 p.m.)
ElliottBay Brewery & Pub
4720 California Ave. SW
Seattle, WA 98116
(206) 932-8695
www.elliottbaybrewing.com
On the third Thursday of each month Elliott Bay West Seattle taps a cask-conditioned keg of beer from their sister pub in Burien. It's usually something unique and only for the W. Seattle patrons. Featured cask on March 19th is the Herbert's Legendary Cask Fest Ale.

Support Washington Beer Night @ Diamond Knot (Wednesday, March 18th)
Diamond Knot Brewing Co.
621 A Front St.
Mukilteo, WA 98275
www.diamondknot.com
Featured brewery: Elysian Brewing Co.

Ice Harbor Marina's Brew Master's Dinner (Wednesday, March 18th)
IceHarbor at the Marina
350 Clover Island Dr
Kennewick, WA99336
www.iceharbor.com
Since the 1st "Brew Master's" Dinner was very successful and had some wonderful food & beer pairings Ice Harbor has decided to have them every month and the next event is set for Wednesday, March 18th. Each course will be paired with a selected beer and a brewer will be there to enlighten you about each beer. Cost is $40 per person. Pre-paid reservations with cash or check only please.

Menu
Appetizer
A Belgian Ale Beer Cheese served with toasted bread rounds and sliced radishes
Salad
A Sesame Spinach Salad tossed with toasted pecans and drizzled with an Amber Ale Sesame Oil Dressing
Entree
Baked Apricot Ale & Paprika Chicken served with a Twice Baked Potato
Dessert
Kriek Cherry Muffins drizzled with a fruited Ale Glaze

Herbert's Release Party @ Beveridge Place (Thursday, March 19th, 7 p.m.- )
Beveridge Place Pub
6413 California Ave SW
Seattle, WA 98136
www.beveridgeplacepub.com
Featuring the Herbert's by Big Al/Baron/Snipes Mountain (collaboration), BoundaryBay and Schooner Exact/Trade Route (collaboration).

Hard Liver Barleywine Fest (March 21st - )
Brouwers Café
400 N. 35th St.
Seattle, WA 98103
www.brouwerscafe.com
www.hardliver.com
The seventh annual Hard Liver Barleywine Fest will be kicking off Saturday March 21st 2009 at Brouwer's Café. Judging begins at 9am, and the doors open to the public at 11am. The Festival runs all week, so if you didn't get to try all 50 in one day, come on back! No Cover.

Chuckanut Brewery Tour (Sunday, March 22nd, 12 p.m.- )
Chuckanut Brewery & Kitchen
601 W. Holly St.
Bellingham, WA 98225
(360) 752-3377
www.chuckanutbreweryandkitchen.com
1 hour tour with Brewmaster Will Kemper; discussion about brewing process, specialized high tech brewing system, beers we brew, along with a question and answer session, $5 tastes (over 21 yrs), lunch menu available in the kitchen after the tour.

Herbert's Release Party @ Malt & Vine (Monday, March 23rd)
Malt & Vine
16851 Redmond Way
Redmond, WA 98052
www.maltandvine.com
Featuring the Herbert's by Diamond Knot/McMenamin's/Scuttlebutt (collaboration), Elysian and Hale's.

Big Al Brewers Night (Monday, March 23rd, 6-9 p.m.)
The Spot Sports Bar & Grill
4224 E Valley Rd.
Renton, WA98055
(425) 251-8053
Join Big Al for Big Al beer on draft, Big Al merchandise raffles, and meet the brewers.

Latona Cask Beer Dinner (Monday, March 23rd, 7 p.m.- )
Latona Pub
6423 Latona Ave NE
Seattle, WA 98115
(206) 525-2238
www.3pubs.com

Elysian Brewers Night (Wednesday, March 25th)
Parkway Tavern
313 N I St
Tacoma, WA98403
(253) 383-8748

Northern Lights Brewers Night (Thursday, March 26th)
Beveridge Place Pub
6413 California Ave SW
Seattle, WA 98136
www.beveridgeplacepub.com

Ten Herbert's Showcase (Friday, March 27th)
Brouwers Café
400 N. 35th St.
Seattle, WA 98103
www.brouwerscafe.com
Featuring all ten versions for the Herbert's Legendary Cask Festival Ale!

2009 Washington Cask Beer Festival (Saturday, March 28th, 12-4pm & 6-10pm)
SeattleCenter Fisher Pavilion
305 Harrison St.
Seattle, WA 98109
www.washingtonbeer.com

Mac & Jack's Brewers Night @ Porterhouse (Tuesday, March 31st)
The Porterhouse
416 W. Gates St.
Mt. Vernon, WA 98273
www.porterhousepub.net

Brewmasters Dinner in Ray's Cafe (Wednesday, April 1st)
Ray's Boathouse Cafe
6049 Seaview Avenue NW
Seattle, WA 98107
(206) 782-0094
www.rays.com
This event is sold out.

Two Beers Brewers Night @ Beveridge Place (Thursday, April 2nd)
Beveridge Place Pub
6413 California Ave SW
Seattle, WA 98136
www.beveridgeplacepub.com

Beginning Homebrewing Class (Thursday, April 2nd, 6-8 p.m.)
IceHarbor Brewing Co.
Kennewick, WA
www.iceharbor.com
This is a beginning-level class designed to introduce the novice brewer the beer making process. A 5-gallon batch of beer will be made in the class, and we will go over the use of specialty grains, hops, yeast, malt syrup, sanitation and fermentation during the class. The class is free. Grab a brewing buddy and join for a fun and informative time. To sign up for the class call: (509) 582-5340.

Cascade Brewers Cup ExBEERience (Saturday, April 4th, 1-6 p.m.)
Redhook Ale Brewery
14300 NE 145th St
Woodinville, WA98072
http://cascadebrewersclub.org/
The Northwest's newest beer festival -- is a beer event like no other, celebrating the efforts of both professional and home brewers. Join with fellow beer aficionados for an afternoon of beer, fun and more including:

ExBEERience Craft Brewers Festival. Come sample beers from more than 15 Northwest breweries, including Redhook, Issaquah Brewhouse, NakedCity, Sierra Nevada, Georgetown, Elysian, Harmon, Big Al, Trade Route Brewing Co and many others.

Cascade Brewers Cup Winners Recognition. Celebrate outstanding effort by home brewers as the winners of the 2009 Cascade Brewers Cup are announced. More than $2500 in prizes awarded. For more information on the 2009 Cascade Brewers Cup, visit http://cascadebrewersclub.org/

Beer Judging Workshops. Build you beer appreciation skills by attending informal beer judging workshops led by experienced WashingtonState beer judges.

Event admission is $15, including tokens for 5 beer tastes; local homebrew club members, W.A.B.L and Ratebeer members get one additional token. Additional tokens available at the event for $2 or 3 for $5. Space is limited and advance tickets are available online at http://www.brownpapertickets.com/event/54845; advance ticket purchasers will also get an additional taste. Space permitting, walk ups are more than welcome, but only cash will be accepted - no credit or ATM cards or checks.

Elysian Brewers Night (Saturday, April 4th)
Dog and Pony Alehouse
351 Park AveN
Renton, WA98055
(425) 254-8080

IPA Festival (April 9th-April 30th)
Coopers Alehouse
8065 Lake City Way NE
Seattle, WA 98115
(206) 522-2923
www.coopersalehouse.com
Over 40 IPA's throughout the fest with no fewer than 10 on draught at a time. This year, for the first time, they will also feature a number of bottled IPA's. There will be brewers nights, blind tastings, and food specials throughout the fest. WABL members will receive a discount on the sampler throughout the fest. More details to come soon.

Mariner's Game with Boundary Bay (Tuesday, April 14th)
BoundaryBay Brewery
1107 Railroad Avenue
Bellingham, WA98225
www.bbaybrewery.com
BoundaryBay is taking a bus to the Home Opener Mariners Game! Come see Ken Griffey's return and the 10th anniversary of Safeco Field. Tickets to get on the Boundary Bay Bus to the Mariners Home Opening game cost $70.00 and can only be bought at Boundary Bay Brewery. Cost includes game tickets, lunch before leaving Boundary, beverages on the bus, snacks for the game, plus raffles and Boundary Bay Brewery merchandise giveaways! Be at Boundary for lunch by noon, get on the bus at 12:30 and get to Safeco for the 3:40 game with no travel stress.

Beginning Homebrewing Bottling Class (Thursday, April 16th, 6-7:30 p.m.)
IceHarbor Brewing Co.
Kennewick, WA
www.iceharbor.com
This is the followup class that will demonstrate how to properly bottle the beer brewed at the first homebrewing class. The class is free. To sign up for the class call: (509) 582-5340.

Leavenworth Ale-Fest (April 17th-18th)
Leavenworth Festhalle
1001 Front Street
Leavenworth, Washington
www.leavenworthalefest.com

Hops and Props: An Aviation-Themed Craft Beer Tasting Event (Saturday, April 18th, 7-10 p.m.)
The Museum of Flight
9404 East Marginal WayS.
Seattle, WA98108-4097
www.museumofflight.org/hopsandprops
Now in its seventh year, "Hops and Props" combines the Museum's exciting environment with the best of brews, music by the Dudley Manlove Quartet and catered food from Catering by McCormick and Schmick's. 50 breweries will be on hand, so inquiring guests can sample the finest examples of the brewers' art while expert brew masters answer their every question. Tickets are $50 for Museum members, $60 for general admission and $30 for designated drivers. Tickets are available at the Museum Store and online. All attendees must be 21+ years of age-valid photo identification will be required at the door for entry.

4th Annual Barleywine Fest (Saturday, April 25th)
Parkway Tavern
313 N I St
Tacoma, WA 98403
(253) 383-8748

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To date February and March have been the toughest months on beer geeks' livers in the Puget Sound region, but now some enterprising beer dudes are arranging a Seattle Beer Week (it could rapidly morph into a Washington Beer Week) in May. Here are just a few of the events already planned. It's looking like they might eventually have almost 100 events scheduled for the month:

Seattle Beer Week
More and more events are being schedule for the Seattle Beer Week during the week of May 7-17th. Check their web site at www.seattlebeerweek.com for more information.

May 7th	Seattle Beer Week kick-off at Pike- release of the SBW's first commemorative brew, a Double IPA brewed by Pike Brewing.
May 8th	Ale of Two Cities, NakedCity's collaborative brew with SilverCity.
	Stout Night at Brouwer's Cafe
May 9th	Elysian Beer Festival at Elysian Fields with 40 beers brewed by Elysian, all on draught
	Cask Beer Tasting at Sole Repair Shop
	Pike tasting at Full Throttle Bottles
May 10th	Old Sol Vertical at Big Time with a vertical of Old Sol Wheatwine dating back to 2003
May 10-16	"Squirled Away" at the Dray. A week long of pulling out special cellared kegs.
May 11th	Trappist paired Dinner at Quinn's
	Pike Brewing & Left Hand Brewing Dinner at Latona Pub
	Spring Brewmaster's Beer Dinner at Chuckanut Brewery & Kitchen
	Iron Horse tasting at Full Throttle
	Fish Brewing Brewer's Dinner at Circa Restaurant & Alehouse
May 12th	Pig roast with Lazy Boy & Victory brews at the Pub at Pipers Creek
	Pike Beer Dinner at Matt's in the Market
	Firkin-Firkin at Elysian Capitol Hill- a Firkin throw-down Washington vs. California
	Grog Release at the Pillager's Pub
	Laughing Buddha tasting at Full Throttle
	Snoqualmie Brewing Beer Dinner at Mulleady's Irish Pub & Restaurant
May 13th	Beer & Brat Tasting at Shultzy's
	Capitol Hill Pub Crawl
	Snoqualmie Falls tasting at Full Throttle
May 14th	Sour Beer Fest at Brouwer's Cafe
	Maibock-Yourbock-Uhrbock at Elysian locations
May 15th	Beer & Cheese dinner at the Pillager's Pub
	Harmon tasting at Full Throttle
May 16th	Closing ceremony at Tap House Grill
	Seattle vs. the Red Sox. Beers at Elysian Fields
	South Seattle Breweries Open House
	Lazy Boy tasting at Full Throttle
May 17th	Week End Party and BBQ at The Dray

Ry Cooder "One Cat, One Vote, One Beer"

Hey bartender, what you say
I'm gonna get drunk on election day!
Want one glass of bourbon, one glass rye
Come on, set me up, Joe, don't pas me by
My money's alright, but my feets got sore
See, I've been tryin' to vote, now 'bout an hour or more
I tried, but I didn't get nowhere
Joe, you know I just don't think they are doing this voting fair and square

Better make it one cat, one vote, and one beer
Bartender, one cat, one vote, and one beer

See, I went downtown to the votin' room
'Cause I wanted to get my voting done soon
Man said, "Now we're gonna have to do a little checkin' on you"
Come back a little later on and said,
"Well, Buddy, you know your vote just can't go through
Says you've been dead, ten years back. We're sure not gonna take a vote off a, a dead red cat"
"What you say?"
"Step aside now, you're interfering with the election process, that's a crime"
"The crime is you!"
"Well, Buddy, votin' is just something I don't think you're going to do"

One cat, one vote, and one beer
Ain't that a shame
One cat, one vote, and one beer
Bartender!

I'm gonna drink a little gin and some mellow wine
Then I'm gonna try that voting machine out just one more time
'Cause democracy is in our hands, but it's slipping through our fingers just like sand
Now I'm worried for you, sure worried for me, watching the election comin' round on the T.V.
Voting's closed, we already lost the race
Might as well meet me down to Little Joe's Place

Make it one cat, one vote, and one beer
Dog my cats you know
I guess just make it one cat, one vote, and one beer
One cat, and one vote, and one beer
Bartender

Mark Knopfler
Why Aye Man

We had no way of staying afloat
We had to leave on the ferry boat
Economic
refugees
On the run to germany
We had the back of maggie's hand
Times
were tough in geordieland
We got wor tools and working gear
And humped it
all from newcastle to here

Why aye man, why aye, why aye man
Why aye
man, why aye, why aye man

We're the nomad tribes, travelling boys
In
the dust and dirt and the racket and the noise
Drills and hammers, diggers
and picks
Mixing concrete, laying bricks
There's english, irish, scots,
the lot
United nation's what we've got
Brickies, chippies, every
trade
German building, british-made

Why aye man, why aye, why aye
man
Why aye man, why aye, why aye man

Nae more work on maggie's
farm
Hadaway down the autobahn
Mine's a portacabin bed
Or a bunk in a
nissen hut instead

There's plenty deutschmarks here to earn
And
german tarts are wunderschoen
German beer is chemical-free
Germany's
alreet with me
Sometimes i miss my river tyne
But you're my pretty
fraulein
Tonight we'll drink the old town dry
Keep wor spirit levels
high

Why aye man, why aye, why aye man
Why aye man, why aye, why aye
man

Beer In Mexico
Artist(Band): Kenny Chesney

Starin' out into the wild blue yonder
So many thoughts to sit and ponder
'Bout life and love and lack of
And this emptiness in my heart

Too old to be wild and free still
Too young to be over the hill
Should I try to grow up
But who knows where to start

So I just ...
Sit right here and have another beer in Mexico
Do my best to waste another day
Sit right here and have another beer in Mexico
Let the warm air melt these blues away

Sun comes up and sun sinks down
And I seen 'em both in this tourist town
Up for days in a rage
Just tryin' to search my soul

From the answers and the reasons why
I'm at these crossroads in my life
And I really don't know
Which way to go

So I just ...
Sit right here and have another beer in Mexico
Do my best to waste another day
Sit right here and have another beer in Mexico
Let the warm air melt these blues away

Maybe I'll settle down, get married
Or stay single and stay free
Which road I travel
Is still a mystery to me

So I'll just ...
Sit right here, have another beer in Mexico
Do my best to waste another day
Sit right here and have another beer in Mexico
Let the warm air melt these blues away

Down in Mexico ...

Bruce Springsteen
"BLINDED BY THE LIGHT"

Madman drummers bummers and Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat
In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat
With a boulder on my shoulder, feelin' kinda older, I tripped the merry-go-round
With this very unpleasing sneezing and wheezing, the calliope crashed to the ground
Some all-hot half-shot was headin' for the hot spot, snappin' his fingers, clappin' his hands
And some fleshpot mascot was tied into a lover's knot with a whatnot in her hand
And now young Scott with a slingshot finally found a tender spot and throws his lover in the sand
And some bloodshot forget-me-not whispers, "Daddy's within earshot, save the buckshot, turn up the band"

And she was blinded by the light
Cut loose like a deuce, another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
She got down but she never got tight, but she'll make it alright

Some brimstone baritone anti-cyclone rolling stone preacher from the East
He says, "Dethrone the dictaphone, hit it in its funny bone, that's where they expect it least"
And some new-mown chaperone was standin' in the corner all alone, watchin' the young girls dance
And some fresh-sown moonstone was messin' with his frozen zone to remind him of the feeling of romance

Yeah, he was blinded by the light
Cut loose like a deuce, another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
He got down but he never got tight, but he's gonna make it tonight

Some silicone sister with her manager's mister told me I got what it takes
She said, "I'll turn you on, sonny, to something strong if you play that song with the funky break"
And Go-Cart Mozart was checkin' out the weather chart to see if it was safe to go outside
And little Early-Pearly came by in her curly-wurly and asked me if I needed a ride
Oh, some hazard from Harvard was skunked on beer, playin' backyard bombardier
Yes, and Scotland Yard was trying hard, they sent some dude with a calling card, he said, "Do what you like, but don't do it here"
Well, I jumped up, turned around, spit in the air, fell on the ground and asked him which was the way back home
He said, "Take a right at the light, keep goin' straight until night, and then, boy, you're on your own"
And now in Zanzibar, a shootin' star was ridin' in a side car, hummin' a lunar tune
Yes, and the avatar said, "Blow the bar but first remove the cookie jar, we're gonna teach those boys to laugh too soon"
And some kidnapped handicap was complainin' that he caught the clap from some mousetrap he bought last night
Well, I unsnapped his skull cap and between his ears I saw a gap but figured he'd be all right

He was just blinded by the light
Cut loose like a deuce, another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
Mama always told me not to look into the sights of the sun
Oh, but Mama, that's where the fun is
I was blinded
I was blinded
I was blinded

Bruce Springsteen
"Jungleland"

The Rangers had a homecoming
In Harlem late last night
And the Magic Rat drove his sleek machine
Over the Jersey state line
Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a Dodge
Drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain
The Rat pulls into town, rolls up his pants
Together they take a stab at romance
And disappear down Flamingo Lane

Well, the Maximum Lawmen run down Flamingo
Chasing the Rat and the barefoot girl
And the kids 'round there live just like shadows
Always quiet, holding hands
From the churches to the jails
Tonight all is silence in the world
As we take our stand
Down in Jungleland

The midnight gang's assembled
And picked a rendezvous for the night
They'll meet 'neath that giant Exxon sign
That brings this fair city light
Man, there's an opera out on the Turnpike
There's a ballet being fought out in the alley
Until the local cops, Cherry-Tops, rips this holy night
The street's alive as secret debts are paid
Contacts made, they vanish unseen
Kids flash guitars just like switchblades
Hustling for the record machine
The hungry and the hunted
Explode into rock 'n' roll bands
That face off against each other out in the street
Down in Jungleland

In the parking lot the visionaries dress in the latest rage
Inside the backstreet girls are dancing to the records that the DJ plays
Lonely-hearted lovers struggle in dark corners
Desperate as the night moves on
Just one look and a whisper, and they're gone

Beneath the city, two hearts beat
Soul engines running through a night so tender
In a bedroom locked in whispers
Of soft refusal and then surrender
In the tunnels uptown, the Rat's own dream guns him down
As shots echo down them hallways in the night
No one watches when the ambulance pulls away
Or as the girl shuts out the bedroom light

Outside the street's on fire in a real death waltz
Between what's flesh and what's fantasy
And the poets down here don't write nothing at all
They just stand back and let it all be
And in the quick of a knife, they reach for their moment
And try to make an honest stand
But they wind up wounded, not even dead
Tonight in Jungleland

Sara Evans
Momma's Night Out

Well you never buy me flowers
Hey, did you hear what I said
I'll be dancing barefoot
while you put the kids
to bed

Take a good look darlin
At the smile on my face
It's been a long hard week
and I'm ready to play

Now take a big whiff honey
Of my sweet perfume
Well, it's the only
thing left of me left in
this room

[CHORUS]
Cause' I'm alright now
Got a little money
And the gas taks full
Yeah, I'm alright now
Me and the girls in the Coupe DeVille
Yeah, I'm alright
Daddy's doin dishes
Cause it's momma'a night out

Well you can be a couch potatoe
Drink your beer and eat some chips
While I put a little
Wet-N-Wild on my lips
So take a picture of me honey
Cause I look so fine
You got yours and I got mine
[Repeat chorus]
[Solo]

[Repeat chorus]
[Fade]

Meat Loaf "Dead Ringer for Love"
w/Cher

Every night I grab some money and I go down to the bar
I got my buddies and a beer, I got a dream, I need a car
You got me begging on my knees, c'mon and throw the dog a bone
A man he doesn't live by rock 'n roll and brew alone
Baby baby, baby baby
Chorus: [
Rock 'n roll and brew, rock 'n roll and brew
They don't mean a thing when I compare 'em next to you
Rock 'n roll and brew, rock 'n roll and brew
I know that you and I oh we got better things to do
I don't know who you are or what you do, or
where you go when you're not around
I don't know anything about you baby, but you're everything I'm dreaming of
I don't know who you are, but you're a real dead ringer for love
A real dead ringer for love
(girl:) Ever since I can remember you been hanging 'round this joint
You been trying to look away but now you finally got the point
I don't have to know your name and I won't tell you what to do
But a girl - she doesn't live by only rock 'n roll and brew
Baby baby, baby baby - chorus
You got the kind of legs that do more than walk
(girl:) I don't have to listen to your whimpering talk
(boy:) Listen you got the kind of eyes that do more than see
(girl:) You got a lotta nerve to come on to me
(boy:) You got the kind of lips that do more than drink
(girl:) You got the kind of mind that does less than think
But since I'm feeling kinda lonely and my defenses are low
Why don't you give it a shot and get it ready to go
I'm looking for anonymous and fleeting satisfaction
And I want to tell my daddy I'll be missing in action
Ever since I can remember I've been hanging 'round this joint
My daddy never noticed, now he'll finally get the point
(boy:) You got me beggin' on my knees, c'mon and throw the dog a bone
A man he doesn't live by rock 'n roll and brew alone
Baby baby - chorus
Dead ringer for love
Dead ringer for love - dead ringer (repeats 12x)

Meat Loaf
Everything Louder Than Everything Else

Wasted youth! Wasted youth! I know that I will
never be politically correct And I don't give a
damn about my lack of etiquette As far as I'm
concerned, the world could still be flat And if
the thrill is gone, then it's time to take it back
If the thrill is gone, then it's time to take it
back Who am I? Why am I here? Forget the
questions, someone gimme another beer What's the
meaning of life, what's the meaning of it all? You
gotta learn to dance before you learn to crawl You
gotta learn to dance before you learn to crawl So
sign up all you raw recruits, throw away those
designer suits You got your weapons cocked, your
targets in your sights There's a party raging
somewhere in the world You gotta serve your
country, gotta service your girl You're all
enlisted in the armies of the night And I ain't in
it for the power, and I ain't in it for the health
I ain't in it for the glory of anything at all And
I sure ain't in it for the wealth But I'm in it
till it's over and I just can't stop If you wanna
get it done, you gotta do it yourself And I like
my music like I like my life Everything louder
than everything else, everything louder than
everything else Everything louder than everything
else, everything louder than everything else
Everything louder than everything else, everything
louder than everything else Wasted youth! Wasted
youth! Wasted youth! Wasted youth! They got a file
on me and it's a mile long And they say that they
got all of the proof That I'm just another case of
arrested development And just another wasted youth
They say that I'm in need of some radical
discipline They say I gotta face the truth That
I'm just another case of arrested development And
just another wasted youth They say I'm wild and
I'm reckless, I should be acting my age I'm an
impressionable child in a tumultuous world And
they say I'm at a difficult stage But it seems to
me to the contrary Of all the crap they're going
to put on the page That a wasted youth is better
by far than a wise and productive old age A wasted
youth is better by far than a wise and productive
old age A wasted youth is better by far than a
wise and productive old age A wasted youth is
better by far than a wise and productive old age A
wasted youth is better by far than a wise and
productive old age A wasted youth is better by far
than a wise and productive old age If you want my
views of history then there's something you should
know The three men I admire most are Curly, Larry
and Mo! If you don't worry 'bout the future,
sooner or later it's the past And if they say the
thrill is gone, then it's time to take it back If
the thrill is gone, then it's time to take it back
So sign up all you raw recruits, throw away all
those two-bit suits You got your weapons cocked,
your targets in your sights There's a party raging
somewhere in the world You gotta serve your
country, gotta service your girl You're all
inducted in the armies of the night And I ain't in
it for the power, and I ain't in it for the health
I ain't in it for the glory of anything at all And
I sure ain't in it for the wealth But I'm in it
till it's over and I just can't stop If you wanna
get it done, you gotta fight for yourself And I
like my music like I like my life Everything
louder than everything else (repeats out)

Mark Knopfler
"The Ragpicker's Dream"

When Jack Frost came for Christmas
With a brass monkey date
The rail-king and the scarecrow
Hopped a Florida freight
And they blew on their paper cups
And stared through the steam
Then they drank half a bottle
Of Ragpicker's Dream where

The whiskey keeps following
Cold pitchers of beer
Me and my associate
Like the clientele here get
The onions and the 'taters
Rib-eyes on the grill
Toothpicks and luckies
And a coffee refill as

The rail-king lay rocking
He was leaving the ground
Then he was flying like Santa Claus
Over the town where
He came to the window
Of a house by a stream
It was a family Christmas
In the Ragpicker's Dream there

Were kids at the table
All aglow in the light
Music in the wintertime
Sure carries at night there
Was turkey and gravy
Pie and ice cream
And gifts for each and everyone
In the Ragpicker's Dream where

The red-eye keeps tumbling
In our glasses of beer
Me and my associate
Like the service in here there's
A ten for your trouble
You have beautiful hair
Make the last one two doubles
It's a cold one out there where

The scarecrow and the rail-king
Have started to dance
But a nightstick and a billyclub
Won't give peace a chance here
I think they went thataways
Your song and dance team
Heading home for the holidays
With the Ragpicker's Dream on

His knees like a fighter
The rail-riding king
Like a sack of potatoes
Like a bull in the ring where
The scarecrow falls over
With a tear in the seam
Home for the rover
In the Ragpicker's Dream where

The red-eye keeps tumbling
Like tears in our beer
Me and my associate
Like the ambience here
Where they cornered two castaways
In a white flashlight beam
Merry Christmas and happy days
In the Ragpicker's Dream

artist: Mark Knopfler lyrics
title: Sucker Row
album: Shangri-La

Somebody's gotta crack
A whip around here
Who's minding the store?
Shake it up sell some beer
What's your
Money maker for?
Pay day
We're packin' 'em in
Six-gun Annie
And Buffalo Jill
But who's to say
They'll be back again
For a refill?
Honey, you know the drill
Ain't no left turn
Down sleepy time street
You gotta be fast
But you gotta stay loose
Thinking
On your feet
Slick as grass
Through a goose
We gotta
Rationalise
The payroll
Is giving me chills
You and me's
Getting organised
It's kill or be killed
Honey, you know the drill

Well they can all look down
On sucker row
But they all forget
The tallest trees
From acorns grow
Though they ain't yet
I never look down
On a sucker stake
They all pay the bills
I never gave a sucker
An even break
And I never will

A beautiful vision
Keeps coming to me
I see
A miracle mile
Flying in
For free
Service
With a smile
High rollers
Fancy hotels
Big time singers
Topping the bill
You gotta have a feel
For the stuff that sells
Call it a skill
Honey, you know the drill
Somebody's gotta crack
A whip around here
Who's
Minding the store?
Shake it up
Sell some beer
Money walking
Through the door
Annie's arriving
At a dangerous age
Don't you
Go getting ill
Get another woman
Up in the cage
Who ain't over the hill
Honey, you know the drill

Mark Knopfler
Industrial Disease

Warning lights are flashing down at quality control
Somebody threw a spanner and they threw him in the hole
There’s rumours in the loading bay and anger in the town
Somebody blew the whistle and the walls came down
There’s a meeting in the boardroom they’re trying to trace the smell
There’s leaking in the washroom there’s a sneak in personnel
Somewhere in the corridors someone was heard to sneeze
’goodness me could it be industrial disease? ’

The caretaker was crucified for sleeping at his post
They’re refusing to be pacified it’s him they blame the most
The watchdog’s got rabies the foreman’s got the fleas
And everyone’s concerned about industrial disease
There’s panic on the switchboard tongues are ties in knots
Some come out in sympathy some come out in spots
Some blame the management some the employees
And everybody knows it’s the industrial disease

The work force is disgusted downs tools and walks
Innocence is injured experience just talks
Everyone seeks damages and everyone agrees
That these are ’classic symptoms of a monetary squeeze’
On itv and bbc they talk about the curse
Philosophy is useless theology is worse
History boils over there’s an economics freeze
Sociologists invent words that mean ’industrial disease’

Doctor parkinson declared ’i’m not surprised to see you here
You’ve got smokers cough from smoking brewer’s droop from drinking beer
I don’t know how you came to get the bette davis knees
But worst of all young man you’ve got industrial disease’
He wrote me a prescription he said ’you are depressed
But I’m glad you came to see me to get this off your chest
Come back and see me later - next patient please
Send in another victim of industrial disease’

I go down to speaker’s corner I’m thunderstruck
They got free speech, tourists, police in trucks
Two men say they’re jesus one of them must be wrong
There’s a protest singer singing a protest song - he says
’they wanna have a war so they can keep us on our knees
They wanna have a war so they can keep their factories
They wanna have a war to stop us buying japanese
They wanna have a war to stop industrial disease
They’re pointing out the enemy to keep you deaf and blind
They wanna sap you energy incarcerate your mind
They give you rule brittania, gassy beer, page three
Two weeks in espana and sunday striptease’
Meanwhile the first jesus says ’i’d cure it soon
Abolish monday mornings and friday afternoons’
The other one’s out on hunger strike he’s dying by degrees
How come jesus gets industrial disease

Joan Armatrading
Mama Mercy

I was catching up
with my baby
When I saw you coming
down the road
I thought
Mama Mercy
Don't let him get me
I got a happy life at home
But as sure as sure is
you passed me
Of course I had to look
and as I turned my head
I knew right then
I was gonna have
to do it again

And I was singing
Mercy
Mercy mama
Don't you dare let it get me
I love the one I love
And if I stray
It's gonna hurt

I was drinking beer
with a close friend
When I saw you
walking in the room
I thought
Mercy me
I can't keep a running
You're gonna get me, oooh
As wrong as this is
You touched me
Of course you had me hooked
And as I kissed your lips
I knew right then
I was gonna have
to do it again

And I was singing
Mercy
Mercy mama
Don't you dare let it get me
I love the one I love
And if I stray
It's gonna hurt

I was sitting down
with my sweetheart
Making out I was sincere
I thought
Mercy me
I can't keep a lying
I got to get the air clear
as long as you stay with me
Forget the whole affair
I promise you
I'll be true
I'm never gonna do it again

And I was singing
Mercy
Mercy mama
Don't you dare let it get me
I love the one I love
And if I stray
It's gonna hurt

Joan Armatrading
"Friends"

It's been so long
Since I've seen you
My old friend
I remember your eyes
How they would shine
Those crazy times
When you and I
Fooled around
I remember the time
You fell in love
Didn't know how
To say goodbye
To your baby
And you made me take
The goodbye note
Around
And that little girl
She cried and cried
And she asked me if
I knew exactly why
You'd gone
I told a like
I said you felt
She'd be much happier
With someone else
But then you'd do
The same for me
Remember when
We stayed out late
We'd cause a fight
But we would never stay
To the end
I loved you then
I love you still
You know I think
I always will
You're a good friend
A good friend
To me
Who was it
Who came for me when I was
Stranded in the bad man's land
Who was it
Who put up bail for me when I was
So desperate to get out
Who believed with me
That I was not guilty
Who gave me beer when I was thirsty
And who gave me twenty-five dollars to hold

Gordon Lightfoot
Borderstone

The night is as black as the coal dust on the tracks
Up to the east day is dawning
From time to time I get women on my mind
I'm a son of a gun

Borderstone, Borderstone gonna cross your line tonight
Borderstone, pretty little town, gonna make my bed tonight

The train that I'm on is a hundred boxcars long
So I don't sleep through to the morning
That's some chilly wind in this gondola I'm in
I wish I had a glass of beer

The boardinghouse reach is a thing no school can teach you
I confess I've been outfumbled
And the sound of the beans boiling through the evergreens
Sure do please a hungry man

The sound of the wheels rebounds across the fields
I'm a name with no number
And so I guess I'd be drifting more or less
But still it's not meant to be

Borderstone, Borderstone gonna cross your line tonight
Borderstone, pretty little town, gonna make my bed tonight
Borderstone, Borderstone gonna cross your line tonight
Borderstone, pretty little town, gonna make my bed tonight
Borderstone, Borderstone gonna cross your line tonight
Borderstone, pretty little town, gonna make my bed tonight

?????
Kingston Trio
or
Carson Parks

This is the longest beer of the night and in the East I think I see some light,
And pretty soon I know the sun will shine and I know a bar that opens promptly at nine?at nine.

I guess two six-packs wasn't enough 'cause right about now the goin' really gets rough
And some early bird is happy callin' his mate and I wish I knew a bar that opened promptly at eight.

Maybe I was just a fool thinkin' I could drown you outa my mind but the longest part of the day is just before nine.

I can see the dew that's settlin' onto the ground and if I'm not careful your mem'ry's gonna come 'round
And that's the reason I just gotta stay tight, so I'm just nursin' the longest beer of the night.
Yeah, I'm nursin' the longest beer of the night.

Eagles
The Greeks Don't Want no Freaks

There was beer all over the dance floor
and the band was playin' rhythm and blues
You got down and did the gator, and half
an hour later, you were barfin' all over your
Girlfriend's shoes.

But the Greeks don't want no freaks.
The Greeks don't want no freaks
Just put a little smile on them rosy
cheeks,
'Cause the Greeks don't want no freaks.
(GATOR!!)
She was the pride and the passion of Dixie
She did exactly what her daddy had planned.
She was perfect little sister until somebody missed
her and they found her in the bushes with
the boys in the band
But the Greeks don't want no freaks
The Greeks don't want no freaks

So put a great big smile on them rosy cheeks,
'Cause the Greeks don't want no freaks
No, the Greeks don't want no freaks
Said, the Greeks don't want no freaks

Just put that monster smile on them rosy cheeks
'Cause the Greeks don't want no freaks
No, the Greeks don't want no freaks,
Ahh...

Adam Harvey
"God Made Beer"

God made the sun so we could see
And the air for us to breathe
He came up with gravity to ground us here
He made that great big clear blue sky
For those eagles' wings to fly
Yeah but men like me are why
God made beer

Yeah the working man and a cold can
just go together
If your heart's brwaking or you're hell raising
Nothing works better
In a crowded bar or wrapped in the arms
of your honey or your favourite lazy-boy chair
Yeah men like me are why god made beer

It'll wash that pizza back, goes great with cutting grass
18 holes, small mouth bass and bending ears
It's got me out of heartbroke binds
And in the doghouse at times
Yeah men like me are why
God made beer

Yeah the working man and a cold can
just go together
If your heart's breaking or you're hell raising
Nothing works better
In a crowded bar or wrapped in the arms
of your honey or your favourite lazy-boy chair
Yeah men like me are why god made beer

White collars drink their wine and champagne
Sip martinis from a glass
Buts it's crystal clear God made beer
For ass-kicking hell-raisin' hard-livin', love-makin'
hard working class man just like me

Crosby Stills Nash
After the Dolphin

At the Dolphin the beer flowed like wine.
And people were drinking.
Over there, there were lives on the line,
But not at the Dolphin

Across the ocean the world was at war
And bullets were flying.
In the air there's plane headed for
The heart of the Dolphin.
It's after the Dolphin.

They were laughing and drinking and carrying on
and then in the blink of an eye they were gone, gone, gone.
So was the Dolphin, so was the Dolphin, gone was the Dolphin.

What will become of us all? Who know the story?
Will we witness the final fall of the hope and the glory?
Blinded by honor they fought eye to eye
Now men without faces rain fire from the sky.
When you kill from a distance is anyone to blame?
And the armies of warfare will never be the same again.
After the Dolphin, after the Dolphin, after the Dolphin.

Waylon Jennings
To Beat The Devil

It was winter time in Nashville down on Music City Row
I was lookin' for a place to get myself out of the cold
To warm the frozen feelin' that was eatin' at my soul
And keep the chilly winds off my guitar
My thirsty wanted whiskey and my hunger needed beans
But I guess it'd been a month of payday since I heard that eagle scream
So with a stomach full of empty and a pocket full of dreams
I left my pride and stepped inside a bar
Actually I guess you'd call it a tavern
Cigarette smoke to the ceiling sawdust on the floor friendly shadows
I saw that there was just an old man sittin' at the bar
In the mirror I could see him checkin' me and my guitar
He said come up here boy show us what you are I said I'm dry he bought me a beer
He nodded at my guitar said it's a tough life ain't it I just looked at him
And he said you ain't makin' any money are you I said you been readin' my mail
He just smiled and said let me see that guitar
I got somethin' you oughta hear then he laid it on me
If you waste your time a talkin' to the people who don't listen
To the things that you are sayin' who do you thinks gonna hear
And if you should die explainin' how the thing they complain about
Or the things they could be changing who do you thinks gonna care
There were lots of other singers in the world turned deaf and blind
Who were crucified for what they tried to show
Now their voices have been scattered by the swirling winds of time
And the truth remains that no one wants to know
Well the old man was a stranger but I'd've heard his song before
Back when failure had me locked out on the wrong side of the door
No one stood behind me but my shadow on the floor
And lonesome was more than a state of mind
You see the devil haunts a hungry man
And if you don't wanna join him well he's gotta figure out someway to beat him
And I ain't sayin' I beat the devil but I drink his beer for nothin'
And then I stole his song
You can still hear me singin' to the people who don't listen
To the things that I am sayin' prayin' someone's gonna hear
And I guess I'll die explaining how the things that they complain about
Are things they could be changin' hopin' someone's gonna care
I was born to be a singer and I'm bound to die the same
But I've got to feed this hunger in my soul
If I never have a nickel I won't even die in shame
Cause I don't believe that no one wants to know

Waylon Jennings
Out of Jail

I sat at a bar having a beer
Trying to hold down the stool
When a stranger walked in stood there beside me
And plopped down there like a fool.
He started drinking then he started talking
About things that were wrong in his life
The more that I heard the more I believed
The thing that was wrong was his wife.
You talk about beauty when we first met
She was all a man could desire
Talk about love one night with her
Would set your very soul on fire.
But loves little flame is out of control
About three feet high from behind
Ever since we've been married well, I've come to believe
That love's for the dumb and the blind.
'Cause you talk about ugly when she gets mad
She goes from Jekill to Hyde
She grits her teeth and her eyes roll back
And pivot from side to side.
She completely rewrites the whole English language
Descriptive four lettered and loud
Now I can't out think her but I can sure out drink her
And that's what I'm doing here now.
I've spent seven years with the wrong woman
Seven and going on eight
She spent seven years naggin' and eatin'
I'm overwrought and she's overweight.
If I try leavin' she has me arrested
And takes her own sweet time gettin' me out
If she ain't number one she's in the top two
Of things that I could live without.
Men commit murder and all kinds of mayhem
In a few years they're back on the streets
Highway robbery and white collar crime
And they laugh at the system they beat.
Sometimes I'm tempted sometimes I'm ashamed
Of the things that the law will allow
I could have killed her when I first met her
And I'd have been out of jail by now.
I could have killed her when we first met
And I've have been out of jail by now...

The Ballad of Forty Dollars
performed by
Tom T. Hall
or The Highwaymen (Johnny Cash, Willie Nelson, Waylon Jennings, Kris Kristofferson)

Verse 1:
(Waylon)
The man that preached the funeral said it really was a simple way to die He laid down to rest one afternoon and never opened up his eyes
They hired me and Fred and Joe to dig the grave and carry up some chairs It took us seven hours and I guess we must have drunk a case of beer

Verse 2:
(Johnny)
I guess I ought to go and watch them put him down but I don't own a suit And anyway when they start talkin' about the fire in hell I get spooked
So let's just sit here in the truck and act like we don't know him when they pass Anyway, when they're all through we got to go to work and mow the grass

Verse 3:
(Waylon then Johnny)
Here they come and who's that riding in that big old shiney limousine Look at all that chrome I do believe that that's the sharpest thing I've seen
That must belong to his rich uncle someone said he owned a big old farm When they get parked let's mosey down and look it over that won't do no harm

Verse 4:
(Waylon then Johnny)
That must be the widow in the car and won't you take a look at that That sure is a pretty dress you know some women do look good in black
He's not even in the ground and they tell me his truck is up for sale They say she took it pretty hard but you can't tell too much behind a veil

Verse 5:
(Waylon then Johnny)
Listen ain't that pretty when a bugler plays a military taps I think when you were in the war they always hide and play a song like that
Well here we are and there he goes and I guess that you might call it our bad luck I hope he rests in peace but the trouble is the fellow owes us forty bucks

The Highwaymen (Johnny, Willie, Waylon, and Kris)
Last Cowboy Song

This is the last cowboy song the end of a hundred year waltz
The music is sad as they`re singing along another piece of America`s lost

He rides a feed lot and clerks in a market
On weekends selling tobacco and beer
His days`re spent surrounded by fences
But he`ll dream tonight of when fences weren`t here

The Old Chisholm Trail is covered by concrete
They drive `em to market in fifty foot rigs
They blow by his market never slowing to reason
Like living and dying was all he did

This is the last cowboy song...
This is the last cowboy song...
This is the last cowboy song

Waylon Jennings
I Take My Comfort In You

(Wayland Holyfield - Guy Clark)

I don't drink champaign in crystal glasses
I don't sowed my beans in a silver pot
You won't catch me climb to the social classes
I don't spend money that I ain't got.

I don't waste my time with yesterday's troubles
I just try to do the job and hang
I ain't delegate that I ain't sudden
But I do the best I can.

I drink my beer from the bottle
I take my friends at their works, yes I do
I lived my life like I find it every morning
And I take my comfort in you, I take my comfort in you.

I don't put much stop in public companion
I take it all with the gravy zone
I make mistakes like any human being
So I got no caught go fine and bought.

I take my troubles to the Lord on Sunday
I take my blues to the honky tonk
You take my breath away way you hold me
What is could poor boy want.

I drink my beer from the bottle
I take my friends at their works, yes I do
I lived my life like I find it every morning
And I take my comfort in you, I take my comfort in you.

If You See Me Getting Smaller
Artist(Band): Waylon Jennings

Willie we've been constant companions in all the light and shade
We have spent a million dollars to find out what we made
We have made the maidens marvel at the things we do and say
Down down and out brother up up and away

If you see me gettin' smaller I'm leavin' don't be grieving
Just got to get away from here
If you see me gettin' smaller don't worry I'm in no hurry I've got the right to disappear

God bless old Philadelphia they were standing in the rain
Out in front of the Main Point, a wet and lonely train
Who knows who they came to see a mad man full of beer
A four piece band and a charter bus my border-line career
If you see me gettin' smaller...

Casey's Last Ride
Kris Kristofferson

Casey joins the hollow sound
Of silent people walkin` down
The stairway to the subway
In the shadows down below.

Following their footsteps
Through the neon darkened corridors
Of silent desperation
Never speaking to a soul.

The poison air he`s breathing
Has the dirty smell of dyin`
`Cause it`s never seen the sunshine
And it`s never felt the rain.

Casey minds the arrows
And ignores the fatal echoes
Of the clicking of the turn stops
And the rattle of his chains.

Oh, she said, Casey it`s been
So long since I`ve seen you
Here she said just a kiss
To make a body smile.

See she said I`ve put on
New stocking just to please you
Lord, she said. Casey
Can you only stay a while?

--- Instrumental section ---

Casey leaves the underground
And stops inside the Golden Crown
For something wet
To wipe away the chill that`s in his bones.

Seeing his reflection
In the lives of all the lonely men
Who reach for anything they can
To keep from goin` home.

Standing in the corner
Casey drinks his final bitter
Never glancing in the mirror
At the people passing by.

Then he stumbles as he`s leavin`
And he wonders if the reason
Is the beer that`s in his belly
Or the tear that`s in his eye.

Oh, she said, I suppose
You seldom think about me
Now she said, now
That you`ve a family of your own.

Still she said it`s
So blessed good to feel your body
Lord, she said, Casey
It`s a shame to be alone. hmm...

Kris Kristofferson
Sunday Morning Coming Down

Well, I woke up Sunday mornin' with no way
To hold my head that didn't hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad
So I had one more for desert.

Then I fumbled through my closet to my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
And I shaved my face and combed my hair
Stumbled down the stair to meet the day.

Well, I'd smoke my mind the night before
With cigarettes and songs that I'd been picking
But I lit my first and watched the small kid
Cussing the can that he was kicking.

Then I crossed the empty street and caught
The Sunday smell of someone frying chicken
And it took me back to somethin'
That I'd lost somehow, somewhere along the way.

On the Sunday morning sidewalk
Wishing Lord, that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
Makes a body feel alone.

And there's nothing sure to dying
Half as lonesome as the sound
On the sleeping city sidewalk
And Sunday morning coming down.

In the park I saw a daddy
With the laughin' little girl that he was swinging
Then I stopped beside a Sunday school
Listened to the songs they were singing.

I headed back for home and somewhere far away
A lonely bell was ringing
And it echoed through the canyons
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.

On the Sunday morning sidewalk
Wishing Lord, that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
Makes a body feel alone...

Kris Kristofferson
Best Of All Possible Worlds

I was runnin' through the summer rain tryin' to catch the evenin' train
And kill that old familiar pain weevin' through my tangled brain
When I tipped my bottle back I smacked into a cop I didn't see
That policeman said Mr Cool if you're ain't drunk then you're a fool
I said if that's against the law tell me why I never saw
A man locked in that jail of yours who wadn't just as lowdown poor as me
Well that was when someone turned out the lights
And I wound up in jail to spend the night
And dream of all the wine and lonely girls in this best of all possible worlds

Well I woke up next morning feelin' like my head was gone
And like my thick old tongue was lickin' somethin' sick and wrong
And I told that man I'd sell my soul if somethin' wet and cold is that old cell
That kindly jailer grinned at me all eaten up with sympathy
Then bought himself another beer and came and whispered in my ear
That booze was just a dime a bottle boy you couldn't even buy the smell
I said I knew there was somethin' I liked about this town
But it takes more than that to bring me down down down
Cause there's still a lot of wine and lonely girls in this best of all possible worlds

Well they finally came and told me they was a gonna set me free
And I'd be leavin' town if I knew what was good for me
I said it's nice to learn that everybody's so concerned about my health
I said I won't be leavin' no more quicker than I can
Cause I've enjoyed about this much of this as I can stand
And I don't need this town of yours more than I've never needed nothing else
Cause there's still a lotta drinks that I ain't drunk
Lots of pretty thoughts that I ain't thought oh yeah
Lord there's still so many lonely girls in this best of all possible worlds

Kris Kristofferson
To Beat The Devil

It was winter time in Nashville down on Music Row
And I was lookin' for a place to get myself out of the cold
To warm the frozen feelin' that was eatin' at my soul
And keep the chilly wind off of my guitar
My thirsty wanted whiskey and my hungry needed beans
But it'd been a month of payday since I heard that eagle scream
So with a stomach full of empty and a pocket full of dreams
I left my pride and stepped inside a bar
Actually I guess you'd call it a tavern
Cigarette smoke to the ceiling sawdust on the floor friendly shadows
I saw that there was just an old man sittin' at the bar
In the mirror I could see him checkin' me and my guitar
And he turned and said come up here boy and show us which you are
I said I'm dry he bought me a beer
He nodded at my guitar and he said it's a tough life ain't it
I just looked at him and he said you ain't makin' any money are you
I said you been readin' my mail
He just smiled and said let me see that guitar
I got somethin' you oughta hear then he laid it on my ear
When you waste your time a talkin' to the people who don't listen
To the things that you are saying who do you thinks gonna hear
And if you should die explaining how the things that they complain about
Are the things they could be changin' who do you thinks gonna care
There were other lonely singers and they would turned deaf and blind
They were crucified for what they tried to show
And their voices have been scattered by the swirling winds of time
For the truth remains that no one wants to know

Well the old man was a stranger but I'd've heard his song before
Back when failure had me locked out on the wrong side of the door
When nothin' stood behind me but my shadow on the floor
And lonesome was more than a state of mind
You see the devil haunts a hungry man
And if you don't wanna join him you gotta beat him
I ain't sayin' I beat the devil but I drink his beer for nothin' then I stole his song
And you still can hear me singin' to the people who don't listen
To the things that I am sayin' prayin' someone's gonna hear
I guess I'll die explaining how the things that they complain about
Are things they could be changing hoping someone's gonna care
I was born a lonely singer and I'm bound to die the same
But I gotta feed the hunger in my soul
And if I never have a nickel I won't even die in shame
Cause I don't believe that no one wants to know

Kris Kristofferson
The Silver Tongued Devil and I

I took myself down to the Tally Ho Tavern
To buy me a bottle of beer
I sat me down by a tender young maiden
Whose eyes were as soft as her hair
And as I was searching from bottle to bottle
For something un-foolish to say
That silver tounged devil just slipped from the shadows
And smilingly stole her away
chorus:
I said Hey, little girl don't you know he's the devil
He's everything that I ain't
Hiding intentions of evil under the smile of a saint
All he's good for is getting in trouble
And shifting his share of the blame
And some people swear he's my double
And some even say we're the same
But the silver-tounged devil's got nothing to lose
And I'll only live 'till I die
We take our own chances and pay our own dues
The silver tounged devil and I
Like all the fair maidens who've laid down beside him
She knew in her heart that he lied
But nothing that I could have said could have saved her
No matter how hard that she tried
'Cause she'll offer her charms to the darkness and danger
Of something that she's never known
And open her arms at the smile of a stranger
Who'll love her and leave her alone
And (you know) he's the devil ...

Kris Kristofferson
Slouching Toward The Millenium

It's time for truth the barker said and poured his self a beer
Oh yeah forsooth said Ben the Geek but who'll be left to hear
They've driven off the fools and saints and now they've stole the show
It's all a bloody circus mates and clowns are in control
If that's the truth said Marzipan the Midget from the floor
I know there won't be no demand for Midgets anymore
We used to be a novelty by simply being small
But next to them unholy men now Tiny Tim looks tall
And it's harder to matter at all when it's all comin' down (and it's all comin' down)
You've still got your duty to choose how you live or you die (that's just the way it is)
So many warnings to turn this old rascal around
We better heed 'em while we got the freedom to try
[ harmonica ]
From the bombin' over Baghdad to the burnin' down at Waco
In the television courtroom of our trials we can see
If yow want to kill your parents or cut off somebody's business
All you got to do is make them hate the victim and you're free
Like Manuel Noriega Saddam Hussein David Koresh
And it's harder to matter...
We better heed 'em while we got the freedom to try

Sunny Afternoon
The Kinks

The tax man's taken all my dough
And left me in my stately home
Lazing on a sunny afternoon
And I can't sail my yacht
He's taken everything I've got
All I've got's this sunny afternoon

Save me, save me, save me from this squeeze
I got a big fat momma tryin' to break me
And I love to live so pleasantly
Life this life of luxury, lazing on a sunny afternoon
In the summertime, in the summertime
In the summertime

My girlfriend's run off with my car
And gone back to her ma and pa
Telling tales of drunkenness and cruelty
Now I'm sitting here
Sipping at my ice cold beer
Lazing on a sunny afternoon

Help me, help me, help me sail away
Well, give me two good reasons why I ought to stay
'Cause I love to live so pleasantly
Life this life of luxury, lazing on a sunny afternoon
In the summertime, in the summertime
In the summertime

Save me, save me, save me from this squeeze
I've got a big fat momma tryin' to break me
And I love to live so pleasantly
Life this life of luxury, lazing on a sunny afternoon
In the summertime
In the summertime
In the summertime
In the summertime
In the summertime