Marc Morehouse
@marcmorehouse
Recovering sportswriter. Substacking. Gardening. Living in the Driftless. And totally into gerunds, apparently. Dead Head. Weed person. Aka “Grumpa.” Nazi punks fuck off.
There’s a band called “Murder by Death.” They play the Stanley every January. Or used to.
Small tribute to Jason Molina. If you’re stubborn like me, I know what you’re trying to be.
I want to say it used to pop up on one of the Chicago stations. One of those used to have Marvel animation and, for me, that was always the illumination shining from the case in Pulp.
The revolution is going to start at a brewery, just like it did last time.
The band was all gray boomer dudes wearing American flag Tommy Bahamas. The Czech pils and cheese curds were good.
Got the Julien Dubuque bridge in the background. Easy Steve is a pretty good lager name.
There is nothing better in fishing than having one of those big sumbitches in the net. Or course, reaching into the net with all of those teeth and hooks, but still.
I listened to a guy named Tud play covers on a banjo here today. I love Council Hill Station and would work there for guitar lessons. I don’t know what I’d do, whatever helps them get over the goal line. Every time I’m there, I close my eyes and just move to the music and slow bobbing my head.
Dually’s in Elizabeth, IL. The half-pound cheeseburger was a perfect medium rare. Finally, a place that knows what that means.
We’re at Wishful Acres Brewing now. Just outside of Lena. We are a deciduous forest region. I can’t remember the name of the IPA. Stonerism.
Highway 20 Brewery. Elizabeth, IL. It’s in a church. Open mic. Dude just covered John Prine. I’m on my third Eliza-Lager because my wife is reading me early Gen X menus and I can’t believe I’m alive after TV dinners.