Ian Robb 1975?
In approximately 1975 Stan and Garnet Rogers threw a holiday party at their house in Brampton, ON, for which Garnet “brewed about 20 gallons of what I fondly imagined to be beer. We had been using the same yeast for years, so we knew it would be around 8%. It was nearly lethal to anyone who thought they were just drinking beer. Ian Robb and his wife Val, who was then about eight months pregnant arrived, and I handed Ian a glass of my creation. He took a sip and handed the glass back to me. Sometime later, a harmless water pistol fight had inevitably escalated and I was rounding the corner at the bottom of the stairs with a bucket of ice water, chasing someone down. Ian and Val were at the foot of the stairs just turning to wave goodbye. Val got the full force of the bucket right in the face and all down her front. I don’t think she has it in her to hold a grudge, she’s far too kind. I think she just couldn’t bring herself to trust me for a very long time.” When Ian recorded it 19 yrs later he related a consistent story and wrote “Val and Garnet are now speaking again.”
Ian Robb: https://ianrobb1.bandcamp.com/track/garnets-home-made-beer
https://ianrobb1.bandcamp.com/track/garnets-home-made-beer
Oh, the year was nineteen seventy-eight (How I wish I’d never tried it now) When a score of men were turned quite green By the scummiest ale you’ve ever seen. Chorus: God damn them all, I was told This beer was worth its weight in gold. We’d feel no pain, shed no tears But it’s a foolish man who shows no fear At a glass of Garnet’s homemade beer. Oh, Garnet Rogers cried the town (How I wish I’d never tried it now) For twenty brave men, all masochists who Would taste for him his homemade brew. This motley crew was a sickening sight (How I wish I’d never tried it now) There was Caveman Dave with his eyes in bags He’d a hard-boiled liver and the staggers and jags. Well, we hadn’t been there but an hour or two (How I wish I’d never tried it now) When a voice said “Gimme some homemade brew!” And Steeleye Stan hove into view. Now Steeleye Stan was a frightening man (How I wish I’d never tried it now) He was eight feet tall and four feet wide He said “Pass that jug or I’ll tan your hide!” Stan took one sip and pitched on his side (How I wish I’d never tried it now) Garnet was smashed with a gut full of dregs And his breath set fire to both me legs. So here I lay in my twenty-third beer (How I wish I’d never tried it now) It’s been ten years since I felt this way On the night before my wedding day.