I'll do y'all a favour & put the music first, so you can click that on to enhance to your reading pleasure.
Without further ado...
The Dirtiest, Greasiest Blues I've Heard in a Long Time Award goes to...
...A band called Crooked Saws.
It was love at first listen for me, as you can see below:
I came across them in Field & Stream's Hook Shots video blog (which happened to be on fly fishing for redfish in Louisiana...double-win for me).
You can go to Crooked Saws's Bandcamp site to listen their album...and buy it for $5, which I did, because it's awesome.
Here's a track off their album:
You can follow along with the band on Facebook here.
The 'Roommate in the Desert' Update
Since I introduced my roommate to the blogosphere earlier this week ("My roommate is tougher than you"), he's been what we call "givin' 'er shit" in the Jordanian desert.
The first day & a bit were pretty rough, with his teammates having difficulty acclimatizing to the heat and all three of them having jet-lag issues.
Unfortunately, both of his teammates withdrew from the race on day 2, early in the stage, leaving the roommate to compete alone.
And compete he has. He's moved up approximately 50 positions in the race over the past few days and just completed the 89-kilometre-long fifth stage. All that remains is Stage 6, which is a relatively minor 10-kilometre hike to the ancient city of Petra.
Congrats, Capital O. You've done well, and the city of Fredericton is really proud of you...well, maybe it's just a dozen or so of us, but either way...good job!
I know your success is due to my recommendation to get a Katy Perry song stuck in your head, over & over again.
The Unofficial Blog of the Aluminum Bastard
Three trailer tires: $204.51
Having a truck awaiting parts & repairs, resulting in not being able to tow the aluminum bastard: priceless.
(*writer sticks face into crook of elbow and swears repeatedly*)
Moving
Though I often mention my desire for living simply and all that other shit, fly fishing gear provides you with a solid nut-shot of reality to counter those claims.
Sure, I can move all my clothes & books & most worldly possessions in one load of my '03 Sport Trac. And I am able to pull off day-to-day life with a pair of 'casual' Carhartts, a pair of newer/cleaner 'dress' Carhartts and my awesome Prana shortpants (don't judge me...).
But when you're looking at 11 fly rods & their reels (and spools), waders, boots, jackets, accessories & several milk crates full of tying material, a half-dozen or so fly boxes, stripping baskets...the word hypocrite comes to mind.
Then again, we're am moving to a small downtown apartment that will:
a) allow my lovely girlfriend & I to walk for groceries, coffee, restaurants, etc.
b) require all of one candle to heat comfortably in the wintertime.
c) allow us to pay off student loans & save some money for future adventures due to lower rent.
d) allow me to bike 10 minutes to go fishing.
e) put me at the boat ramp in 6 minutes...if I'm ever able to put the Magnificent Basstard in the water.
At least I'm doing better than the McMansion crowd.
Fishing
Yes, this is a fly fishing blog, but you wouldn't really know it of late. That's because I was stuck within a degree of latitude of the Arctic Circle for four weeks and came back to boats & trucks requiring maintenance and an apartment that need moving into.
I'm hoping to remedy this lack-of-fishing situation tonight.
(*writer clasps hands, looks at the ceiling and mumbles something about needing to go fishing interspersed with a lot of swearing*)
More music
If you made it all the way through this dribble, you deserve some more music.
It's Friday, after all. Enjoy your long weekend, Canada!
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