Then, put 10 gallons of ale...and a cock into two quarts of sack, and put to it five pounds of raisins of the sun – stoned; some blades of mace, and a few cloves.
"The Closet of the Eminently Learned Sir Kenelme Digby Kt. Opened,” 1677.
Say what you will about the air-walked frat-poet leader of the craft beer movement, Sam C’s off-centered film fest makes for some strange and boring commercials. Here he is aided by none other than Will Oldham aka Bonnie Prince Billy.
Of course, even the warbly god of off-centered folk music doesn’t make me want to drink dogfish’s messy swill. Am I the only beer nerd that thinks 120-minute IPA tastes like murky hop sewage? Maybe the road from Delaware is besot with beer-ruining variables and indie-rock legends. Maybe I need to be flown in for a private tour of their facilities to drink the product fresh from the teet and hear the dark croon of the Bonnie Prince’s tweet.
