Happy Hour

This!  This is a video from The Happy Hour Guys, who seem to pass their time traversing the countryside in search of the latest tasty brews.  I hate them.

But!  There’s always a but.  This episode they have journeyed from what I assume is afar to visit my fair Ann Arbor and, more importantly, my beloved Wolverine State Brewing Co., where I serve as humble designer/art director.

Let the fun begin!

Happy Hour Guys at Wolverine State Brewing in Ann Arbor

1 day. 40 artists. 9,000 gallons of beer.

You may remember a post from a while back about my acceptance to the 7th installment of the Shadow Art Fair, in which I probably promised updates regarding product lineups and other such improbable silliness.  Well, tSAF came and went.  As might be assumed from a tagline like “1 day. 40 artists. 9,000 gallons of beer” it was loads of fun, as always.  I displayed a few new shirts and a few new posters and made a few new dollars, not to mention a few new friends.

Folks proved excitable when confronted with the Ypsi-Ynvaders poster of our infamous water tower (above) and the Scyptsy shirt (below)

ypsi

But one of the best things to come out of this summer’s Shadow Art fair was this wicked sweet video by Mike Ambs.  Make sure to keep an eye out for me and Heather (0:49), the Hide-a-Turtle (1:23) and the Ynvaders poster (3:08):

1 day. 40 artists. 9,000 gallons of beer. from mike ambs ☂ on Vimeo.

(I apologize if this thing isn’t embedding properly.  WordPress seems to hate Vimeo, which is a shame.  But seriously, you really should follow the link to the vimeo page because this is a truly charming little recap of a great event!)

Serendipitous Contact

So a couple winters ago my buddy in Madison gives me a ring and says I have to check out this band he found.  He says they’re called the Great Lakes Myth Society.  I figure with a name like that they certainly deserve a shot, so I look ’em up and discover that what they are, in essence, is everything I ever hoped Michigan/Great Lakes themed music could or should be;  A rich warm pub lodged like an ice-pick in the heart of boozey geographies and northern folk lore.

Anyway, over the summer I got a booth at the Shadow Art Fair in Ypsilanti with a bunch of shirts and posters for sale.  Later on in the show a vaguely familiar looking guy* comes up and begins to inquire about my freelance availability.  He says he needs some shirts for his band.  His band is called The Great Lakes Myth Society.

* Timothy Monger.  I had been to a couple shows, but it was dark and he hadn’t been wearing a hat.