We are closing in on a year of doing this thing every Tuesday night, and episode 53 reminded me why that matters. Bruce told us about a saint who asked for a cigar instead of anesthesia. That sentence alone is why I keep the cameras on. For anyone just finding us, Smoke and Steel records […]
Smoke and Steel Episode 052: The One Where Sean Built a Bingo Board Against Us
Smoke and Steel records every Tuesday night in my garage in Gilbertsville, Pennsylvania. This week we broke that rule. Sean, who runs The Burnable out of Louisiana, was in the area for work. He had the evening available, and instead of resting he made the two hour drive out to sit with us in person […]
Smoke and Steel Episode 051: The One Where the Johnny Tobacconaut Sold Out
Some nights in the garage have a theme. A guest, a featured cigar, a big announcement. Episode 51 was not one of those nights. It was just the crew, some good smoke, and the kind of conversation that wanders from cigar storage debates to New Jersey beach smoking laws to waterbeds without ever asking permission. […]
The One Where Kyle Surprised Eric With The Voodoo Queen – Smoke and Steel Episode 057
A year ago, we turned a camera on in my garage in Gilbertsville, Pennsylvania and figured we’d see what happened. We’d already been doing this. Same guys, same chairs, same cigars. We just weren’t recording any of it. This past week we sat back down for our one year anniversary show, and somewhere in the […]
Smoke and Steel Episode 050: The One Where We Realized You Can’t Go Home Again
Episode 050 felt like a milestone without making a big deal out of it. Light crew in the garage on a Tuesday night – me, Rob, Jim, and Eric – four guys with cigars and no shortage of things to talk about. That is kind of the whole idea. Smoke and Steel records every Tuesday […]
Smoke and Steel Episode 049: The One Where the Padron 1964 Took the Throne
We had a full house in the garage this week. I mean a genuinely full house. Every chair taken, a second Mike showing up late, the neighbor mowing his lawn straight through the recording, and Mark burning a hole in the mic cover before we were an hour in. Just another Tuesday night in Gilbertsville. […]