Kevin Morlock of Indigo Guide Service will be coming into town on Thursday to speak to the Tippecanoe Fly Fishers. If you’re in the area don’t miss out on this. Kevin will be talking about carp fishing on Beaver Island. Here’s a link to the TFF page for more info. It should be a great night.
If you need directions or info, use the contact page and send me an email.
Here’s some good stuff from artists from bands who have gone solo for whatever reason.
I figure I’ll start with Lenny Lashley because I’ve been listening to his stuff on repeat. He was great with Darkbuster and solo he’s still kicking ass.
Next up is Vic Ruggiero of Slackers fame. I saw him play locally a few years ago which was pretty bad ass.
Last, but most definitely not least is Chris Murray who played in a Canadian ska band called King Apparatus. He also came through my little town a few years back. It was awesome to be able to finally hear live what I’d been playing on tape and cd for ages.
Some friends of mine run a record label named after our old boat. Oi! The Boat still lives on through music, though it hasn’t floated in a year. To quote Judge Dread, it might come back some day.
They’ve recently started a site to help people in bands and labels get their music out on the cheap. DIY Record Pressing is their site. If you’re looking to get stickers, patches, pins, posters, or records done they can help you. I’m pretty sure I’ll be getting some patches and pins made up soon.
I just got home from a long five days in Huntsville, Alabama. I had to go down to get audited by the chief of physical security and also by the guy who handles IT security for a big helicopter company who shall remain nameless. It’s a high security environment in case that’s not very clear. The trip is never what I’d call fun, but we had our moments. Heard some awesome stories from two guys who’d seen more shit in their lives that I’ll probably ever see in mine. That’s over. I passed the audit. Work should be happy so they should give me time off to go fish. Wishful thinking at least.
I walked in the door and was greeted by three envelopes. One from Evolution Anglers, one from High Stick, and one from Fishing Porn. After 8 hours of windshield time that didn’t end with me catching a fish, this made my day.
Make sure you check out their sites and buy some schwag. My new truck is gonna look like a driving billboard and I’m ok with that. I need to go find two blank hats and slap those bad ass patches on them.
Because I’ve been out of the loop for a long week, I’ve missed posting a few things. Here’s a video Ian from FlyMasters of Indianapolis posted up about what some guys in Indianapolis do when you have no desire to watch the superbowl.
I’m wiped out and The Derp has not left my lap since I sat down. This little dude must have missed me pretty bad cause as soon as I walked in he’s been with me. And they say cats aren’t loyal.
It’s almost Friday and I’m ready to go fish. My GoPro needs some fish stank on it’s lens.
Ian from FlyMasters sent me a picture from the epic tying session I missed at Casa De Heeg
On this Monday morning, I decided we needed some good ol’ English punk rock and roll to shake the sleep out of our eyes. I’m busy working my butt off in Huntsville, Alabama (gotta love scheduling a post) and I’m crossing my fingers that I’ll be back home soon so I can take advantage of this ridiculous weather and get on the water. I believe there’s a carp in my near future.
So first up, The Adicts. Everyone’s favorite Clockwork band from Ipswich. They’ve been making music since 1975 and they’re still going.
I used to have this on vinyl until I stupidly left it in the back window of my old Bonneville. If you don’t enjoy Macc Lads, you don’t enjoy life.
Sham 69. If the Kids Are United. The Hersham boys created the anthem of forever with this song.
Roderick Hawg-Brown is looking for your opinions (not that he cares what silly fisherman think) on shirt designs. Stop by his site and give him your opinion.
In other news, work is kicking my ass and I haven’t been able to spend the time on my site that I’d like. Life will be back to normal and I’ve got fishing planned if this weak winter keeps up being Steve Urkelish. Time to sit down and fill a box with purple flies. Purple flies are what a friend wants for her birthday present. Purple flies is what she’s gonna get. I’ll update this post soon with a purple fly that looks like something Prince would wear if I don’t fall asleep first.