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.
For anyone who's fortunate enough to have a pretty nice life, yet manages to do everything humanly possible to run themselves into the ground, constantly waking up a pile of human degradation. Attempts at self improvement prove futile, and day in and day out you become an increasingly distorted and rotten reflection of all the promise that once was.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
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