Jake's father Dan makes a beer that will literally (yes, not figuratively) bite you. Granted all of Dan's beers could metaphorically bite you (The Tripel in particular), this is a different sorta bite; the spicy sorta. Yes, "what?!" indeed. I'm also just kidding about "literally", because of physics, but seriously,

This. Effing. Beer...

We used to practice in Dan's brew area while also drinking his beers. It was a band tradition, and we would joke about having our own beer. "Haha, we'll have our own band beer when we're famous because we rock. Lol, let's play foosball and watch next gen now." We still do this, but that's not the point. The point is that a little nihilistic optimism goes a long way.

Then Jerd came along.

Jerd is a friend, he enjoys 40's and he happily makes mad vegan cheeses. Jerd also works at a brewery called Stout Beard Brewing Company. It's the place with the dank beer and the bangin food and the big wooden-style mugs that you drink out of before you go kickin' in Mordor. They host D&D there on Sundays (I think), Don't quote me, just go. They also have Apples to Apples.

Jerd one day was like: "Hey, your band should do a beer." 

We were obviously very famous at this point. since the planets were aligning, and so we went,  as any good band would, on an epic quest to see the very brewmeister himself... Mike.

We told Mike of our plans for the beer that would be ours. It was Dan's Jalapeno Pale Ale, Super vibrant, refreshing and with a creeping heat that doesn't burn you, it is the cold fusion of beers. We would drink this at practice, the flavor now inextricably linked to those summer nights. It was us.

With a scratch of his mighty beard, he agreed, the people cheered and plans were set. Dan would join Mike in the process for creating the brew. In the meantime, we prepared for drop.

We chose the name Heat Advisory because we though it was appropriate for the beer itself, the season, the horrors of impending climate change and because our friend Sam said the first name we came up with sucked. Incidentally the first name we came up with was just Late Earth Beer. Even though it hurt our feelings, we know he means well, and we love him very much. Lil rascal.

May 4th came. It was officially B-Day. That's 'Beer' Day just in case you weren't sure. Also, oddly enough, it was our beer's first birthday. Literally its "b-day" is also b-day. We should've said "Happy Beerthday." Wild. Also it was Star Wars day, so they had a blue milk stout on tap which was superbly tasty like delicious Christmas trees. Amidst the hanging-out, we were the canteena band for all our friends and family. We drank our spicy beer in triumph of the day, we played and sang and shouted without a PA system, everyone came that could and it was an excellent time indeed.

Late Earth Heat Advisory stayed on tap for a time until it kicked, as all good beers do, but some say it will return again. Perhaps even soon... Who can say?

Til Next Brew