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So as usual, not all went according to plan in the artful brewing session, but all mostly went well… as always I owe the Fellow infinite thanks for going along with my crazy ideas without too much protest… he did all the hard work, and I (wo)manned the clean-up shift. Thanks to the fellow for his continued patience, and thanks to those who stopped by, to those who sampled the frothy medieval-style fresh beer in the big green bucket at the closing party, and to those who will try the finished beer in the new year that is currently bubbling away.  Photos from the day coming soon…

Highlights from the closing party included the summoning of the White Nile Crocodile, a fearsome beast with mighty riddles, conjured from the Lye Pit by the horned and wizened Al.  Nasty ashes from the junk mail burning two days previous still swirled around the bonfire pit as two modern-day hipster lumberjacks displayed feats of strength, laboriously sawing through a stack of over $50 worth of perfectly good pallets and torturing what looked like a serviceable crosscut saw with more than a few nails along the way.  The fellow and I looked on, somewhat bemused at the rhythmic soundtrack that their efforts lent to our friends’ crocodile performance… the first riddle (answer: gentrification) standing out in stark relief to these art-students chopping up what would have been a good week’s work for any scrapper in our neighborhood.  We wondered then what they were going to do with all that good kiln-dried wood, and recalled our kitchen last winter, a horror of sawdust, splintered wood and nails as we broke up pallets, fed them to the hungry wood stove, and huddled near their warmth. 

I had those small cares rocked away by the next performance, where I got the chance to climb into a resonant coffin that swayed gently as two ghouly femme fatales bowed and sawed away at the electric-cello-like instrument built into the top lid.  It was oddly soothing, and i enjoyed the brief sound bath. 

Good show, New Capitol.  It was odd last night to not have a bonfire to head to just down the street… though the smoky echoes remain, deeply embedded in the fibers of my Carhartt jacket… but I hope that you guys are enjoying a return to normality and regular sleep.  Cheers!


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