Yo, what’s up, I’m WeirdVinylGirl and this is the WeirdVinylGirl Bar Crawl! Keep tagging me in pics of local craft beers you’re drinking and I’ll keep adding them to my story!
Millvale, PA. Home of my favorite record store in the world AND one of the best sour brewers in the country. I’m not joking. Love Jester King. Love Jolly Pumpkin. But Millvale’s Strange Roots is absolutely swinging for the fences with those giants of the industry. This is their S’mores Stout. It’s fermented with graham cracker, chocolate, and marshmallow. And it’s real sour. And is there a better metaphor for Childish Gambino’s “Camp” than a beer where a bunch of clashing styles all collide vigorously to create something beautiful?
Pitchfork gave this record a 1.6, forever solidifying the fact that P4k has completely abandoned any semblance of credibility. Because the self-proclaimed “only black kid at a Sufjan concert” created something brilliant with “Camp”. Witticisms that are second to none, beats that oscillate between vicious and heavenly, and a voice with strange roots indeed, pulling us along a hip hop album that’s sweet and sour and infinitely inventive. It doesn’t conform to norms of the genre, and that’s what makes it such a wild trip.
Not to mention some of my best memories are from when I was a counselor at Camp, which I already told you about, with the Miles Davis Furbies. Bonfires, Backpackers, being Outside, the Sunrise, etc. But my fondest memory was coaching a youth tennis team that, through some doctored paperwork, I officially registered as Temple University’s varsity squad, for the purpose of getting a bunch of free hotel stays around the country to boost my Starwood Preferred Membership to Platinum. I’d travel with them and then show up at the match and act real confused when my kids’ opponents were like 20 years older. “Someone in admin must have made a mistake!” Temple eventually caught on when their ranking tanked after like 12 forfeits, and I never went Platinum because one of my unsupervised tennis kids took a shit in the piano in the lobby of the Miami Sheraton and they blamed it on me. But great memories nevertheless.
Cheers, everyone! ❤️