I remember when I joined the local brew club. I became very excited. The reason: I felt like I had joined a brewing community, and felt that it was a good way to learn.
In the beginning, it lived up to my expectations. They had classes on advanced subjects, such as the chemistry of the mash, and yeast ranching. These seminars were lead by a chemist working on his doctorate at the university here. When this person graduated, however, he got a job overseas. Unfortunately, that is when things went downhill.
After this person left, the first thing to happen was that the information seminars just stopped. Month after month, when the brew club met, it became more of a beer drinking club. That is not to say that I do not like to drink beer. I do. However, people started to bring more commercial beer than homebrewed beer. That bothered me.
The next thing that happened is that they moved the meetings to a loft of a local microbrewery, in the bar. At first, this did not seem like a bad thing. However, it meant that, where people used to bring equipment for demonstrations, and such, after the move, it was not really possible. Also, it was loud in the bar, so it was hard to even hold a discussion. Again, people would only go to hang out and drink beer. It felt more like a happy hour rather than a brew club. I mean, where were the discussions about entering competitions, studying for the BJCP exam, or brewing beer styles? They were nonexistent.
Another thing happened that really bothered me. They renamed the club, and not just any name.
Let me digress for a second. For those who do not know, brew club names generally are made up of acronyms. For instance, the famous brew club, QUAFF, stands for Quality Ale and Fermentation Fraternity. It is a common practice throughout the country and the American Homebrewer's Association.
When our club looked at names, they played with a bunch of acronyms. Well, the acronym they settled was purposely named after one of the key chemicals in -- you guessed it -- weed, you know, reefer, the cousin. Now, I know that some people, including some homebrewers, smoke the cousin. That does not bother me; people can do what they want on their own time. What did bother me, however, was that, with the new name, it was like they were institutionalizing drug use as part of the club charter -- not my scene. For the record, I do not smoke the cousin.
That all went on for months. Eventually, I stopped going, but kept up online in the club's Yahoo group. That is when the final straw broke the camel's back. On this discussion board, they began bashing the all-grain brewers. I am proud of the fact that I all-grain brew and work pretty hard at it. Against my better judgment, when the extract brewers and non-brewers laid into the all-grainers, I piped in, and got into the middle of the argument. It was pretty heated, and was lead by the brew club's leader, which irked me even more. How can a brew club, whose sole purpose is to promote the art and craft of brewing, bash people involved in -- oh let's see -- advanced brewing?! That was it. I was done.
The whole experience soured my interest in clubs. Now, I am pretty much clubless -- well, sort of. I kind of consider The Brewing Network as my club. I have learned more from them than I have ever learned from the local brew club (except maybe in the beginning, before the chemist left).
There you go: my experience with brew clubs. Your mileage my vary.