Written briefly after recording the demo. Our collective love and desire for Bud Dry, and our previous inability to acquire it, coupled with Matt Doktor's discovery of a hefty and steady supply in his hometown all contributed to his inclusion as the sixth member of Orenthal James. That, and his ability to pogo for extended periods of time.
-J.Q.P, 2/26/08.
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So I went out to New Brunswick a few weeks ago to record my new bands demo and also for a party later that night. Down the block from where I used to live is a Liquor Store by the name of Joe's "King of Kegs". We decided to pick up a 30 rack to lubricate the recording process, and stumbled upon the Bud Dry display. Being that no one had seen Bud Dry in their (drinking) lives, and only a few of us had foggy memories of it's existence through commercials, we decided to go with it. And long story short, it was fucking DELICIOUS. Comparable to plain old Bud, but, well...drier. I know that sounds stupid, but it's the only way to really describe it. I generally can't stand wine, but from my limited exposure, I can tell the difference between a "dry" wine and whatever they call normal wine. And the Bud/Bud Dry taste spectrum is very similar.
After some minimal internet research, it turns out that it was introduced in 1990 and by 1994, with the release of Bud Ice, it was put on the back burner and not as widely produced, promoted or distributed. I've never seen it anywhere besides this one Liquor store, so if you can come up on it somewhere, buy it in bulk, you won't regret it. Lastly, the can is pretty sweet looking too. I couldn't find any pictures of the can itself online, but the above graphic is pretty close. The red in this picture is more of an orange on the can, and I've always been partial to the blue/orange combo in graphics.
Raw ass punk from Jersey City. They rule, and there's some songs up on the myspace HERE. They're playing all the way down in Asbury Park tonight with Staring Problem, Mother Night, Sea Creature and Killin' It. I don't know if I can get there, but if you can, you should.
He gets my man of the week honor for making my stay in No Fuck, Vagina just a tad more enjoyable with his thoroughly entertaining "Codename: The Cleaner." The laughs keep on coming in this madcap romp. Imagine the Bourne series but with jokes about Jet magazine and Skittles instead of action and plot. The only other work of his that I'm familiar with are those Miller Lite commercials, but apparently he's also been in "Mr. 3,000" and "The Green Mile." I also think he's been in "Who's Your Caddy?" but Sawyer and IMDB disagree for some reason.
Let me get this straight: This guy, who has no qualifications to do anything, weaseled his way into Britney Spears' life, started making all of her business and personal decisions for her, drugged her, and persuaded her to buy him stuff. And he did all of this within view of millions of people. He's like the kamikaze moocher; just does not give a fuck about who he scams and who can see it. Apparently the LAPD is now investigating him for the whole "2 month Britney Spears date rape" thing, but I think we can all learn a lesson from his intelligence and drive.
We were trying to decide what to put on a shirt and we went through bullshit idea after bullshit idea. Kingpin has been on teevee a lot lately, and I've done a lot of thinking about it's relevance and bearing in my life. I've made myself into quite the Roy Munson, but I've done so without a Big Ern to send me down that sad, disheveled path. If anything, I'm my own worst McCrackin. Sometimes when I find myself chin deep in the toilet bowl, barfing up what's left of a vodka dinner after sinking to the lowest depths between my shriveled, gnarled, crab infested landlords legs to cover back rent, I try and think back to the moment I took that decisive wrong turn. And there's been so many decency DUI's that I just can't remember when it started. I don't have a plastic hand to remind me of what once was. I just have hazy memories of a time when I woke up feeling good about the night before. I'm pretty sure if an Ishmael came my way I'd be too busy kicking myself through friendships and walls to see salvation knocking.
