Sorry, love. Not a lot of goodness going around here lately. Planning a wedding and juggling a business at the same time isn't exactly the kind of schedule where a blogging hobby and drinking habit can thrive. Dammit. In the meantime... Here are photos from an Internet photography service called Instagram.
The lady is out of town and I've been productive enough with work to not be distracted with writing posts for this place. Instead, what you get is something from here at the local coffee shop. It's a transcript of what I had hoped was going to be a text conversation between me and the Mrs. in Vancouver. No replies to be heard of, it turned out awfully one-sided. It's text message style and stream of consciousness so forget about grammar or sense...
i need to film this family at the coffee shop as a cautionary tale.
three kids. the parents are juggling humans.
one keeps smashing the table, he's gotta be... 4? 5? he's old enough to know better, i can tell you that.
the girl is maybe 4? maybe he's 5? i don't know. they're all less than 5? maybe 6? i can't tell their ages, they all just look like monsters.
the one that was smashing the table non stop is now wandering in the parking lot while one is spinning in circles around an umbrella and the other is just yelling about her food, or something. her english isn't quite there yet.
the dad is sitting on his iphone, thumbing away.
WHAT! there are four of them! the children are multiplying.
the noises! they sound like squeak toys with beating hearts.
they were just grab-assing at everything inside in line in front of me. i didn't know if they were in line, if they weren't in line... or what!
grabbing every snack, poking at sandwiches then a cup falls from the merchandise area. now they're across from me on the patio.
this is vacation?!?
JEEESUS. the three year old just darted out into the driveway of the parking lot.
get ropes for these things.
or like... do they have portable electric fences? you know? you put it in your purse... you can only go 3 metres before getting zapped. it may hurt a little and get you scorned from other concerned citizens, but it's better than a dead 3 year old in mexico. that'd ruin your vacation more than this lunch.
I'll spare you with the words here. Lately we've had story posts, recipes and travel tips. How about some nice photos for you to digest instead? If you're a frequent visitor of Love & Rum, you'll recognize the image below from a previous post about the J. Tillman / Slowcoustic cover album.
These photos were taken by Tom Nugent at a semi-recent show of Father John Misty's at The Commodore where he opened for The Walkmen (those photos coming later). I love the different looks and stages you get through this small selection of shots. From the top image in this post to the last, you can see the progression happen...
As a man who enjoys his drink from time to time, I've had a share. I've been through the marathons and I've done the ground work. Specialty, blended, traditional, simple mix. With that, I've prepared this recipe for you, to be used in times when you don't know what to pour and in times when you do.
As a rum drinker, if you're not sipping neatly on one of the finer breeds, you're likely to want to mix it, depending on how numb you are at the time.
Rum and coke or any sugary soda drink is years behind you. Not because you're too sophisticated. God no, I'd never suppose something like that. More so, you just can't take the damned sugar anymore. It's too much. You don't remember exactly when it happened, but you're sure you can remember polishing off a 2L Coke through the night, mixing it with whatever had a spout. Those days are gone.
Blended drinks, who needs that noise?
Specialty mixes, okay. You can get behind some of the finer rum cocktails from time to time. When you prepare them on your own, it takes a spark of motivation to get everything prepped, but mostly you ask yourself, "Who has the time or the inclination?" Out at the bar, at $10-13 for an ounce of liquor mixed in with some citrus rind you wonder, "Who can do that in good conscience? "
So what then?
The 50 / 49 / Lime. Now we're talking. It's easy to make, refreshing and as thick as you can pour one without getting your eyes wet. What is the 50/49/Lime, you ask? Traditionally, I've always made it with a mid level rum like Matusalem Classico, Cruzan, Havan Club Añejo or some of the aged Flor de Caña varieties. You can get away with it on that Bacardi swill or well booze, but it helps if you're already halfway there to kill the sharp taste of ethanol. Never white rum.
How to make the 50 / 49 / Lime
- Throw some rocks in a glass. The cubes pictured below were prepped with mint leaves which is something the lady likes to do. I approve. Mint is delicious.
- Pour it to the best of your ability, filling 50% of the glass with your rum of choice. This will become tricker as the evening (afternoon?) progresses.
- Top it up 49% with S. Pellegrino sparkling water. Or, as pictured below, for a little extra magic is my favourite non-alcoholic drink around: Aranciata. I also would stock up on Pellegrino's Pompelmo flavour if I were you.
- For the final 1%, squeeze in your lime and toss that wedge over your right shoulder, drink up and don't look back.
Now enjoy, and let me know if you have your own combo of the 50 / 49 / Lime that you favour.
Drink up, me hearties!
Before we get to the meat of the post, let's first address the photo above. One of my dearest pals, Tom Nugent happens to take some damned fine photos of people doing their rock 'n roll thing. This one here is a favourite of mine. Take a good look at that animal and you can get an appreciation for what's going on at that show. It's this one perfect moment of a man giving his all to a crowd, under a spotlight and microscope. The photo was taken at a recent show in Vancouver at The Commodore while J. Tillman now tours as Father John Misty. Say thanks to Tom for that little moment. Thanks, Tom.
There's a music blog I frequent for new and old folk gems, maybe you go there too. It's called Slowcoustic and has archives back to 2008, so if you're looking for music from the, "Unhurried side of Americana/Alt-Country/Folk/Indie/Down-Tempo music", this is the place to go, and you have a lot of digging to do.
For all you J. Tillman fans, or all fans of folk in general, Slowcoustic has done you a favour and helped produce a J. Tillman collection of songs alongside some real fine musicians. The stack of songs is titled, Long May You Run, J. Tillman Revisited. The album also pulls its look from Tillman's own Long May You Run, a matchbook styled cover, limited run album from 2006.
Here's a photo of Slowcoustic's numbered copy of the KEEP Records' original release, and the artwork for the cover album.
You're wondering where you can go steal yourself a copy of this baby? Don't even worry, pirate. It's already free and available in its entirety on Soundcloud. Not just that streaming noise either, you can download each track and hit the road with them.
Below I grabbed a quote from Slowcoustic about the project and a few samples, including one from Doc Feldman, who I learned about in a post on Slowcoustic last in November. I've previously put up the two Show me Shows by Doc Feldman. If you haven't seen it them, get on it.