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Tiger Moon Meets Jim Beam


photo of the devastating 1998 ice storm from

Growing up on the west coast, I had never really heard of freezing rain. When the ice storm hit Ontario and Quebec in 1998, I didn’t really understand how it happened. You mean hail or… umm snow? So it rained? Then instantly froze on the ground? I just couldn’t wrap my head around it. You could say I grew up in a very temperate climate. Then it hit me - literally hit me when we were driving into Erie, OH. It was a complete down-pour but the ground was as slick as a hockey rink. Lucky for us we had just pulled up to a Super 8 Motel. My fingers froze as we unpacked the instruments and here is where I finally learned the definition of freezing rain.

The next day was grey and cold and all we could think of was getting somewhere warm. We flew (side note - Clem don’t fly any faster than 55 mph) through states with wet/cold/snowy/sloppy countryside flying by. Cleveland, OH came and went, but as we passed, we definitely sang the opening song from The Drew Carey Show a bunch of times.


photo of Roebling Suspension Bridge

I don’t know if we were delusional from lack of sleep and warmth or if Cincinnati was the most beautiful city we had ever seen. The Mississippi River swirled through the city, curving around sky scrapers and highways. It was awesome. As we were leaving town there stood big red and green letters, on the side of as many buildings as letters, proclaiming “CINCINNATI”. Please correct me if I’m wrong about my 25 second introduction to the city, but it looked bad-ass.


We kept on and finally made it to La Grange, OH, where we parked it for the night. We had one more day of long haul driving before we made it to Nashville, TN.

At this point the weather had not gotten any warmer, and Clem at times was reverting back to the Montreal Maneuver days. As usual I was getting pissy about being in the snow and the cold weather - wondering why the hell I brought a pair of flip flops. 

The next day was, to say the least, my favourite part of the trip. It was the first sunny day in many days and we were itching to get on the road. Not even an hour into our day, (let’s say 10 am?) we spotted the Jim Beam Distillery. I think we discussed stopping, or maybe it was both our love for whiskey and the unspoken realization that we were already on the exit ramp, but we were headed right for it. I mean, I can’t speak for Dan, but me, I love whiskey. 


The property was beautiful. It was on a gently sloping acreage with big barns dotting the hills and little red barns tucked at the ends of pathways. The distillery was in a timber frame barn with floor to ceiling windows and inside were bottles of whiskey and Jim Beam everything. I instantly wish that my whiskey loving friend Chris F. had been with me. He’s the only one who understands the obsession.


Anyways, we went on this awesome self-guided tour through some of the properties and checked out the old ways they used to make whiskey. At the end we each got to sample two whiskies. These weren’t just wet-your-whistle samples, they were enough to get a mouth full. We tried two shots of whiskey each, at 10 am, on an empty stomach. It was delicious.


I tasted Jacob’s Ghost, which is a white whiskey that is aged for at least one year in a white oak barrel. It tastes very similar to the original recipe, but with a hint of popcorn and pepper. I also tried the Signature Craft, aged for 12 years with notes of caramel, deep vanilla and oak. Both were super tasty.

Being Canadian, we thought it was appropriate and kind of our duty to try the maple whiskey. It was warm with a sweet swish of maple that left a smooth caramel finish in your mouth. The last one we sipped was the Jim Beam Black. This was aged for 8 years and was dubbed to be elegant, smooth, and refined. All was true. We felt like sophisticated socialites as we sipped our free sample, but at the same time tasting the tradition and passion that had gone into these whiskies for generations.

We finished the tastings primed and feeling adventurous. We got back to our faithful steed, Clem, and had the brilliant idea to start a video blog. I remember asking Dan, when should we start it? His answer was… “Right now of course!” And there in that moment, in the parking lot, we started a video blog. Here is the outcome of that one…

It was a good time, I highly recommend you stop in there. Tell them Kasey sent you, I don’t think they’ll ever forget me. Just kidding… I did nothing outrageous. 

Next stop Nashville.

- Kasey

Wow. That was a BIG summer.

“Make a radical change in your lifestyle and begin to boldly do things which you may previously never have thought of doing, or been too hesitant to attempt. So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, conformity, and conservation, all of which may appear to give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more damaging to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future. The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun. If you want to get more out of life, you must lose your inclination for monotonous security and adopt a helter-skelter style of life that will at first appear to you to be crazy. But once you become accustomed to such a life you will see its full meaning and its incredible beauty.”

Jon Krakauer


Sometimes when you look back on things, it seems surreal. It seems like yesterday, but the haze over those memories make you feel like it was ages ago. You can’t remember the exact conversations and themes of that time, but you can recount the facial expressions, and the important moments. It seems like only looking through the blur that we have the opportunity – particularly the time – to sit back and reflect on these events in our lives. It’s through this very blur that I have been gazing affectionately for nearly 24 hours.

I am utterly astounded at everything Kasey and I were able to pack into these past short summer months. It was less than a year ago we met and less than 6 months ago we began playing music around town together. We each worked full time jobs, working 40 hours a week, and then played three to four gigs a weekend. We enjoyed several nights with friends at concerts, bonfires, dinners, parties, dinner-parties, floats, campouts, and baseball tournaments. We bought a van, fixed the van, busked around Kelowna, fixed the van some more, beached day and night, met new friends and caught up with old ones. We had good times, bad times, funk times, and most of all, fast times. It seems like it was only at the beginning of this trip I’ve been able to stop and take a breath.

Had anyone asked me in the early spring if I truly believed this trip was going to happen, I would have said probably not. At that time - it seems so long ago - it was just a dream. A dream that seemed so far away. As most of my friends know, I’ve never had any luck with money - my savings account once topped out at about $1000. (Then it went back down to the 3-digits as I promptly celebrated.) I’ve been perpetually broke, and my money-saving skills were pretty sub par. Not only that, but my confidence in my own music wasn’t worth taking on tour. Most of the music I was writing sounded awful, conceited, uneducated, and - worst of all - whiney. (There’s nothing a musician hates more than sounding whiney.)

So, in reality I didn’t believe this trip was going to happen… But slowly the bricks started falling into place. We began picking up gigs around Kelowna at places like The Habitat and The Grateful Fed, all through our own calls and drop-ins. Friends were encouraging us to get out and gig more, and the couple jam nights we went to in the spring were very inspiring.

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