The River Tay, Scotland, Aug 21 2010 After last night’s gig up in the highlands one of the staff at the joint we were staying got a little too deep into the scotch resulting in, so we heard, an offense to some ancient clan, the muttering of disagreeable oaths and inevitably, a bit of a dust [...]

Dean Ween on fishing and why making albums is a drag these days. Money quote: “The guys that work on these partyboats, they’re out working one trip in the afternoon, and then they’re a commercial scallop fisherman at night. They know everything. They know the tuna grounds, they know how to bottom-fish, they know [...]

A good retort to corporate spin is in the eye of the sockeye. Or Something. Go to Headwaters to see the large version.

  Dorbach Burn, Scotland, Aug 21, 2010 Just for the record, “Burn” in Scots-talk means “creek”, but remember that “burn” is pronounced “bahh-err-ne. It’s sorta like in the American west how the word “creek” is pronounced “crick”. See, despite all our differences, we have a few things in common — such as the stubborn refusal of [...]

  The Fucking Spey, Scotland, Aug. 20, 2010 Driving up from last night’s gig in Glasgow up to Kinloss (it’s up in the Scottish Hee-linds near Elgin) I didn’t fish the Spey. Too bad, because from the motorway, at least, it’s a swell looking river with soft green banks, a gentle gurgling gait and bits of ruined [...]

The River Tay, Scotland, Aug 21 2010 After last night’s gig up in the highlands one of the staff at the joint we were staying got a little too deep into the scotch resulting in, so we heard, an offense to some ancient clan, the muttering of disagreeable oaths and inevitably, a bit of a dust [...]

Dean Ween on fishing and why making albums is a drag these days. Money quote: “The guys that work on these partyboats, they’re out working one trip in the afternoon, and then they’re a commercial scallop fisherman at night. They know everything. They know the tuna grounds, they know how to bottom-fish, they know [...]

A good retort to corporate spin is in the eye of the sockeye. Or Something. Go to Headwaters to see the large version.

  Dorbach Burn, Scotland, Aug 21, 2010 Just for the record, “Burn” in Scots-talk means “creek”, but remember that “burn” is pronounced “bahh-err-ne. It’s sorta like in the American west how the word “creek” is pronounced “crick”. See, despite all our differences, we have a few things in common — such as the stubborn refusal of [...]

  The Fucking Spey, Scotland, Aug. 20, 2010 Driving up from last night’s gig in Glasgow up to Kinloss (it’s up in the Scottish Hee-linds near Elgin) I didn’t fish the Spey. Too bad, because from the motorway, at least, it’s a swell looking river with soft green banks, a gentle gurgling gait and bits of ruined [...]

The River Tay, Scotland, Aug 21 2010 After last night’s gig up in the highlands one of the staff at the joint we were staying got a little too deep into the scotch resulting in, so we heard, an offense to some ancient clan, the muttering of disagreeable oaths and inevitably, a bit of a dust [...]

Dean Ween on fishing and why making albums is a drag these days. Money quote: “The guys that work on these partyboats, they’re out working one trip in the afternoon, and then they’re a commercial scallop fisherman at night. They know everything. They know the tuna grounds, they know how to bottom-fish, they know [...]

A good retort to corporate spin is in the eye of the sockeye. Or Something. Go to Headwaters to see the large version.

  Dorbach Burn, Scotland, Aug 21, 2010 Just for the record, “Burn” in Scots-talk means “creek”, but remember that “burn” is pronounced “bahh-err-ne. It’s sorta like in the American west how the word “creek” is pronounced “crick”. See, despite all our differences, we have a few things in common — such as the stubborn refusal of [...]

  The Fucking Spey, Scotland, Aug. 20, 2010 Driving up from last night’s gig in Glasgow up to Kinloss (it’s up in the Scottish Hee-linds near Elgin) I didn’t fish the Spey. Too bad, because from the motorway, at least, it’s a swell looking river with soft green banks, a gentle gurgling gait and bits of ruined [...]

The River Tay, Scotland, Aug 21 2010 After last night’s gig up in the highlands one of the staff at the joint we were staying got a little too deep into the scotch resulting in, so we heard, an offense to some ancient clan, the muttering of disagreeable oaths and inevitably, a bit of a dust [...]

Dean Ween on fishing and why making albums is a drag these days. Money quote: “The guys that work on these partyboats, they’re out working one trip in the afternoon, and then they’re a commercial scallop fisherman at night. They know everything. They know the tuna grounds, they know how to bottom-fish, they know [...]

A good retort to corporate spin is in the eye of the sockeye. Or Something. Go to Headwaters to see the large version.

  Dorbach Burn, Scotland, Aug 21, 2010 Just for the record, “Burn” in Scots-talk means “creek”, but remember that “burn” is pronounced “bahh-err-ne. It’s sorta like in the American west how the word “creek” is pronounced “crick”. See, despite all our differences, we have a few things in common — such as the stubborn refusal of [...]

  The Fucking Spey, Scotland, Aug. 20, 2010 Driving up from last night’s gig in Glasgow up to Kinloss (it’s up in the Scottish Hee-linds near Elgin) I didn’t fish the Spey. Too bad, because from the motorway, at least, it’s a swell looking river with soft green banks, a gentle gurgling gait and bits of ruined [...]