This is not a sponsored post. In other words, no one paid me a cent to write this. No favors were exchanged, no upgrades scored, no swag bags received. The truth is, I should be paying someone to write this post โ specifically, I should be paying the members of The Drive By Truckers. Iโve chronicled my existential debt to these guys an embarrassing number of times on this blog over the years, but Iโm going to say it again now, and probably not for the last time: I love them, love their music, love their whole deal. And yeah, I love the idea that they are teaming up with Jittery Joeโs in Athens, Georgia to make some coffee. (โTrucker Speed,โ they named the roast. Which, come on.) If you know someone who is a fan, or someone who likes to rawk now and then, or even someone who hates coffee but wants the worldโs best pen holder for his or her desk, this would not be an unwelcome gift, Iโll just say that. When it showed up on our doorstep, and I opened the box, Jenny took one look at my face and said, โYou better be putting that on the blog.โ Twist my arm. โ Andy
Love the Truckers! Just saw Jason Isbell last Saturday night โ one of my favorites for sure.
Artwork by Richmond, VA artist Wes Freed โ amazing! I would buy this for the can just to look at on my kitchen shelf. I would be more caffeinated than ever. Thanks for sharing.
OMG โ my daughter would freak out for that !
Never heard of them..
But really like the coffee can!
Thanks for sharing this post though.
Hugs!
hope you have a good day!
AND Jit Joeโs coffee is delicious. I went to law school in Athens and whenever I go back, I buy a few tins of Jittery Joeโs coffee.
I just won my wedding anniversary. Thank you! (What, anniversaries arenโt best gift competitions to other people? Weird.)
Seeing DBT tonite in DC at 9:30 club. Weโre not even coffee drinkers but definitely ordering some Trucker Speed. Thanks for the heads up Andy!
couldnโt resist the can. ordered two โ one for me, one to give. thanks
So glad to see that โJittery Joeโsโ is THE Jittery Joeโs. I was worried for a minute there that someone had gleeped their name.