Europe Day 3-5

This post was written on 2015-09-12 and revised, updated, and published on 2016-08-09.

The Irish are too quiet.

2015-09-09 DUBLIN (Guinness Storehouse) (Approximately 8 km city walking)
2015-09-10 DUBLIN (Howth) (Approximately 30 km round trip by train + ~7 km hiking)
2015-09-11 0835 flight, DUBLIN -> CARDIFF for 1/2 day (Doctor Who Experience) (Approximately 295 km flight) & 1530 drive to LONDON. (Brand New concert) (Driving distance: approximately 265 km)
-> Days 3-5

We started off Wednesday morning sleeping until around 1400. Somehow. I guess that’s how jetlag might work. Since that didn’t leave a lot of time in the day, we decided to find the Guinness Storehouse and take the legendary tour. I’m really glad that we did. They have an impressive museum-type exhibit dedicated to showcasing their company’s history and advertising, as well as showing in layman’s terms how beer, specifically stout, is brewed. They also had crazy Willy Wonka style aromatic mist cloud machines at the start of the tasting experience that gave a rough idea of the aromas from the base ingredients (hops, grain, & yeast). We learned how to pour our own proper Guinness pints. The staff gave us an extra pint and then a local gave us tickets for two more free pints. It was nice. From the top of the storehouse there is a 360° view of Dublin and they have glass walls and a circular bar. It was a really good experience that was definitely worth the relatively small student ticket price.

Afterwards we wandered around exploring for a bit and then started to head towards the Temple Bar tourist area downtown to find some dinner at a pub. Porterhouse makes some of their own beers, so we went there. Erin had a black pudding boxty and I had some delicious tomato and pesto fusilli pasta. I also tried their “An Brainblásta” strong ale. Strong ale is a weird style because it is relatively broad and you never know exactly what to expect. I figured this one would be more of malt forward and have a caramel/nutty aroma and a drier finish like a typical British strong ale. It was relatively mild though and not too exciting. From the few beers that I tasted in Dublin, fresh Irish beer is different than I expected. It was all relatively traditional and boring. After dinner, a band started playing cover versions of American songs, played on American guitars, through American made guitar pedals, and with American made amps. It was interesting but not what we were there for. We left and went to Temple Bar to hear some actual Irish music played by a wonderful little band. Lots of banjo and bodhrán and some penny whistle. Drank another pint there then headed back to our Airbnb.

Thursday we decided take the light rail (the Luas) out to a Dublin suburb fishing village called Howth. It was eerily quiet on the tram. The ride was cheap and scenic. We arrived in Howth, got our bearings, checked when the last return train was, and set out on an easy hike along the coast. It was beautiful. We walked the longer trail around the point of the peninsula and took our time to look at all the cliffs and homes and fields and views. We got to the highest point (“Binn Éadair”) and then came back into the town. We decided to have dinner at a local pub and discovered that they can’t legally serve a medium or rare burger in Ireland. My well cooked burger was tasty though. After dinner we took the train back to Dublin and called it a night.

Later I read about a legend that the burial cairn at the highest point of the path (171m), “the Ben of Howth,” is said to be the final resting place of the last of the Irish giants (I don’t really know what an Irish giant is though). There is also an extremely old Howth Castle there that we did not see. I also wanted to know what the bird was that was flying around and following us for part of the walk. I’m pretty sure it was a common magpie (P. Pica, which is a funny name).

On Friday morning, we got up early and missed a bus to the airport (we were inside asking the bus station attendant why the bus was late and then it drove by without stopping). There was a taxi driving by that probably recognized that we were waiting for a bus that had just left, so he stopped and let us split the fair to the airport with a man who was already in the passenger seat. We got to the airport in time and everything worked out. We then flew to Cardiff and rented a car. I asked if they had any maps for sale and the woman happened to have a really nice UK road atlas that someone else had left in a car that she gave to us for free.

The rental car we got was a manual Ford C-Max, which is a big vehicle for tiny UK roads. The layout of the gear shifter was different than any American shifter either of us had ever used, which initially caused some trouble. Eventually we made it out of the parking lot and Erin drove on all the crazy left hand roundabouts while I navigated. We made it from the airport to Cardiff Bay.

I’ll have to write an entire separate post about the Doctor Who Experience. I am so glad that we were able to see this, even though it’s all that we did in Wales (except drive). Really cool and unique stuff.

Afterwards we grabbed some snacks and coffee and Erin started driving us to London. In Friday rush hour traffic. That was a mistake that we did not even consider. It was a relatively scenic drive though and our weirdness helped us pass the time yelling things in the car and looking at cows and making up silly songs. Eventually we got into London and using our map, I navigated to our new Airbnb home. I might have mentioned in the previous post that we did not get international cell phone coverage. In hindsight, that was probably something I would have changed, but in the moment we were always able to work around it using wifi. It was only really a problem when we weren’t in cities.

Upon arrival, we were greeted by our Airbnb host (he was an awesome violinist with a crazy & unique house – we slept in the recording studio), who had just greeted someone. We got directions and drove to a venue called Alexandra Palace (“Ally Pally” as he called it) to see one of my favorite bands, Brand New. We had seen them a few weeks earlier at Brewery Ommegang, but when she saw that they would be in Europe while we were there, Erin bought tickets. We had planned to stay one night in Wales, but the London tour date changed our schedule. I’m so glad that we were able to be flexible with all of our travel dates. It was such a unique and memorable experience to see and hear all the British fans singing along to songs I grew up with. Such an incredible show.

Side story about parking at the venue – in the US, when you pull up to a parking lot attendant, the first thing they say is “$20” or “$10,” so when we pulled up to the nice British man and he said “Bay 12” in a British accent, we thought he said “Pay £12.” It was awkward. Erin offered to give him £10 and he said he would take it, but parking was free. We kept the money, awkwardly laughed, and parked in Bay 12. Then we had to pick up the tickets at will call which was slightly complicated because even though we purchased will call tickets, they had for some reason mailed them to our US address, but after we had left the country. Also a big security guard told us to be careful of pickpockets, which we had read were a problem near that venue.

The drive home was easy enough and we fell asleep on a mattress on our host’s recording studio floor, surrounded by instruments and audio gear and with a disco ball above our heads. It was an excellent first day in London.

Want to read more? Previous Euroblog post – “Europe Day 1-2”


Last night The Honey Badgers performed at the Regan’s 10th annual Shared Hope International benefit concert. It was a fun time. Wonderful music and a great crowd. Looking back, I think we first played this show four years ago. It’s put on by our friend Alyssa‘s parents to raise funds and awareness to fight human trafficking in the US and abroad.

It’s so easy to just live our lives without even thinking about the fact that humans are being bought and sold as property all around the world. Rescuing slaves and victims of abuse seems overwhelming, but groups like Shared Hope and IJM liberate and protect humans one at a time. There is hope, and we can help by sharing their message and educating people.

Here is a GIF of Fonzie the dog dancing at the afterparty:

And here is a photo that Erin Adams took of me and Erin singing Over My Head:

2016-08-07 The Honey Badgers at Skyline_cropped

shop vac

Friday night. Grilling dinner and shop vacuuming dog hair out of my wife’s car. Going to a light show at a fancy garden but making sure that we get home early enough to go to sleep in order to wake up to make it to a 7:30 5k fundraiser check-in. Also tomorrow I have to remember to change the house air filter. It all makes me feel like the most suburban husband I can possibly be.

This song is not my life but it is good:

I’ll wear my cynicism like a tattoo

This post was written on 2013-11-07 and revised, updated, and published on 2016-08-06 for some reason.

Seth Godin posts some great daily insight into marketing, business, and life methodologies and practices. I enjoy reading his stuff because he somehow always knows how to cut to the core of an issue in ways that aren’t always conventional.

The selfish cynic:

Cynics are hard to disappoint. Because they imagine the worst in people and situations, reality rarely lets them down. Cynicism is a way to rehearse the let-downs the world has in store–before they arrive.

And the cynic chooses this attitude at the expense of the group. Because he can’t bear to be disappointed, he shares his rehearsed disappointment with the rest of us, slowing down projects, betting on lousy outcomes and dampening enthusiasm.

Someone betting on the worst outcomes is going to be correct now and then, but that doesn’t mean we need to have him on our team. I’d rather work with people brave enough to embrace possible futures at the expense of being disappointed now and then.

Don’t expect kudos or respect for being a cynic. It’s selfish.

This is so difficult for me to apply in life. I struggle daily with not being cynical about life or work or music or health. It’s just not a good place to be in.

It also brings to mind a Glen Hansard quote that I have written in my songwriting notebook, “I’ve always felt that if I ever got cynical, I would have to stop making music because I’d just be poisoning the air.”

The title of this post is a line from “Song for the Road,” by another songwriter, David Ford. Here is a live version where he explains some of the background for the song:

Well the day casts down
Lengthy shadows on unfamiliar towns
I drove 300 miles from the place I call home
And I tip my hat to the angel of the North

And the sun sets fire to the heavens
On the hills over Sheffield tonight
And I’ll sail over this countryside with new friends and old
And we are no where, but man, we’re alright

So you can keep your belief in whatever
I’ll wear my cynicism like a tattoo
While poets try to engineer definitions of love
You know all I can think of is you

And I can’t wait to see you on Sunday
Far from the traffic and the smoke and the noise
For this evening I will play back every message that you sent
So I can sleep to the sound of your voice

Now I don’t like using words like forever
But I will love you til the end of today
And in the morning when I remember everything that you are
I know I’ll fall for you over again

I know someday this all will be over
And it’s hard to say what most I will miss
Just give me one way to spend my last moments alive
And I’ll choose this, I’ll choose this, I’ll choose this
I’ll choose this, I’ll choose this, I’ll choose this
I’ll choose this, I’ll choose this, I’ll choose this

Living without cynicism is hard for me, but I know that it is not a good mindset to be in.