Beer can collection as wall art

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Studio on Fire, a design and letterpress house in Minneapolis, installed this terrific beer can collection on their office wall. From their blog post about the, er, project:
There’s a better half of a thousand cans up there and darn near all are (diligently) cracked open from the bottom, preserving the original seal. Also out of all the cans hanging, there’s only a handful of duplicates. We are quite proud of this assemblage of our cultural history and all of us, at one time or daily, have to be reminded to get the hell back to work and stop staring into abyss of an unfortunately long-gone and better era.
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  1. A co-worker showed me an article about a man who utilized Red Bull bottles (yes, bottles) in the construction of his house.

  2. I had a collection like this once (maybe not as big), but then I had to move out of my mom’s basement, and the Smithsonian wouldn’t take it, so it’s lost to history.

  3. Has there ever been a beer can collection that wasn’t “wall art”?

    I should say, an intentional beer can collection. I’m not talking about this.

  4. Very first can that popped out to me was grandpa’s favorite, Wiedemann. I hauled many of those to the local scrap yard.

  5. Yes, this can be found in every dorm room and student house in North America, usually on the window sill or mantle.

  6. Alcohol on my hands, I got plans to ditch myself and get outside
    Dancing women throwing plates, decapitating their laughing dates
    Swirling chickens caught in flight, out of focus and much to bright
    Coming down, shiny teeth, game show suckers trying to breathe
    But I got a drug and I got the bug and I got something better than love
    How you like me now? Pretty good
    Going on, feeling strong
    I quit my job blowing leaves, telephone bills up my sleeves
    Choking like a one man dustball, freedom rock slimeball talking in code
    We went down, lit up the shack, grabbed me a beer out of the sack
    Everybody bent over twice, painting the walls, throwing some dice
    Leaping up into the air getting juiced up beyond belief
    And they were singin’ like this!
    Winos throwing frisbees at the sun, burnt my soul between the bun
    Now I’m wounded, now I’m drunk, now I’m runnin’ like a flaming pig
    Oh yeah, scraping off the attitude, old man eating all my food
    Don’t be kind, don’t be rude, just shake your boots and let it all get loose
    Oh yeah, my goodness
    Fluffy clouds, lovely rainbows
    I’m sad, a soft and snugly place
    Fluffy clouds, I’m sad and unhappy…yppahnu dna das
    Winos throwing frisbees at the sun, burnt my soul between the bun
    Now I’m wounded, now I’m drunk, now I’m runnin’ like a flaming pig
    Oh yeah, scraping off the attitude, old man eating all my food
    Don’t be kind, don’t be rude, just shake your boots and let it all get loose
    Oh yeah, I like it like that
    Oh that is cold
    Somebody put a flamethrower on that
    Uh-huh, oh my goodness!
    Take me down to the depot
    Somebody put me down on the bus
    Oh yeah, I like it like that
    Somebody burn me a plate of sassafras
    Oh yeah…

  7. @#14 L’elk: I was gonna make some snarky comment, but then I clicked through. That thing is quite visually stunning.

  8. The annual CAN-vention of the BCCA (Beer Can Collectors of America, and I didn’t make it up, THEY call it a CAN-vention) is happening in a couple of weeks in Springfield, Illinois.
    My father has collected beer cans since the seventies and I spent a lot of my childhood hanging out in the bowling alleys and flea markets that were host to many of these Canventions. I’m kind of fascinated with it as a subculture.

  9. I had a beer can collection when I was a kid. My dad was cool about it–gave him an excuse to try different brews. He even stopped by the side of the highway if I saw something good in the bushes.

    I had all kinds of interesting beer cans. The oldest one I had was kind of rusty, but it had a conical shaped top. I had one with a beautiful patriotic theme with an eagle, flags and a drum. Then there was one brand that featured a series of overweight beauty queens on it, with a German name that I can’t recall.

    When we moved out West, they sat in grocery bags in the garage until we had our first garage sale. I actually made $100 on it.

  10. I remember showing up at my first LAN party, witnessing a pile of Josta cans in the living room that used to be neatly stacked against the wall.

    I imagine the easiest way to do a beer can wall would be with a grid of Hercules hooks, which have no nail heads, and perhaps a homemade tool to punch a hole in the side of the can at a consistent position.

  11. “Beer can collection as wall art”

    No. It’s just a beer can collection as… a beer can collection. Hanging something on a wall does not turn it into art.

  12. Nice collection. As a kid, we used to go “beer can hunting” in the woods to get our collections. Many a cone top and Rheingold were found at the local CCC camp! After a good day of collecting, we would then ride our bikes home without our shirts on cuz we’d be using the shirts to hold all the cans. Good times.

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