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Chicken of the Woods

Yesterday afternoon my friend Jamie sent me pictures of a spectacular chicken of the woods, asking me if in fact it was a chicken he had found. Chicken of the woods, or Laetiporus sulphureus, is also sometimes called the sulphur shelf. Most of us mushroom hounds just call them chickens. Jamie had indeed found a spectacular example.

This morning I had a few hours in the morning, so I loaded George into the mushroom-mobile (Memphis is recovering very well from surgery but it will be another couple weeks before she’s ready to romp in the woods) and headed to the Enchanted Mushroom Forest. I stopped at forest I know grows some good boletes – and I saw several in there – but they were mostly well past their best before date. Not to be deterred, I drove further up the road to another forest where I often find lobster mushrooms. I knew George would like this spot too because there is a great place to swim.

We were not 100 feet into the forest when I spotted a small chicken a few feet from this popular trail. How curious, I thought, finding a chicken the day after Jamie found one. In my neck of the woods, chickens are not that common. IMG_4177I continued down the trail, looking for lobsters, but the only ones I saw were in poor condition. Not far along, I saw the most beautiful sight, about 20 or 30 feet in from the trail. Another chicken, and a beauty too!

IMG_4179This chicken of the woods was young and fresh and perfect. I had one of those large re-usable grocery bags stuffed in my pocket, and I filled it up. That’s a lot of mushrooms. Chickens are choice edibles too.

I called up my brother the trout, Salvelinas Fontinalis and arranged to meet him for coffee on the way home. I gave him a big bag of mushrooms, and gave some to neighbours when I got home as well – and still, I have loads. One thing about chickens, when you find one you often find a huge amount.

Chicken of the woods are easy to identify and easy to see in the woods too, orange on top and yellow underneath. They really are a spectacular find.

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Long Branch Good Morning: 6:44 AM hot biscuits

I rolled out of bed this morning and staggered downstairs….to the delightful smell of home-made biscuits, with herbs from our neighbour Nadia’s garden. One more reason why Tuffy P is fantastic!

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Yumart is moving

Yumart is moving from the old space on Spadina to 401 Richmond St. West, Suite B20, here in Toronto. The first show in the new space will feature Tim Deverell – Painting and Works on Paper, September 12 – October 3. Yvonne, who runs the gallery, has made a great choice to open up the new space with Tim’s work. I admire Tim’s paintings a great deal!

The original Yumart space was funky – the scalloped paper walls and leaky roof added character – and I did very well with two solo exhibitions there. The new space will be bigger and should get considerably more walk-in traffic at 401 Richmond. My next exhibition won’t be for a year, which is a good thing, because it’s going to take me a while to get a new set of work going. I’ve been toying with the idea of working with encaustic for the next group of paintings, which should present some new ways of thinking about my imagery.

I’d like to encourage my readers here in Toronto to come out and support Yumart by visiting Tim Deverell’s show when it opens up in the new gallery space in September!

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Open Mic at Fair Grounds Coffee

IMG_4169I dropped by the Open Mic at Fair Grounds Coffee here in Long Branch tonight. I even brought along my banjo and played a few tunes. It was lots of fun, with a few people singing and playing guitars as well as a harmonica player, and even a couple kids participating. I think old time banjo music was an unfamiliar addition to the event, but people seemed to enjoy it. It turns out this open mic happens monthly.

Fair Grounds is on the south side of Lakeshore, at 40th Street. It’s an excellent neighbourhood coffee joint.

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Madam LaZonga was teachin’ the Conga….

When I was a boy, my father told me, “son, there are two Hanks, Williams and Snow.” He made it clear he liked Hank Snow best.

Time for a vintage dose of The Singing Ranger. Here are Hank and the boys performing Rhumba Boogie…

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Cryogenic banjo strings and Montreal Smoked Meat chips

I’m not making any of this up:

AMERICANA SERIES BANJO

Our Americana Series addresses four elements crucial to producing the world’s first series of strings directed to the needs of players performing within this exciting genre of contemporary music. Our own roots go back decades as one of the premier string manufacturers with an abundance of knowledge in string design that incorporates innovation into materials selection and string construction, while utilizing preferred gauging based on many years of input from our GHS Artist Family. Add in cryogenic treatment to extend the life and enhance the tone for a series of strings that will have acoustic guitarists, bluegrass players, country, blues, R&B and roots-rock performers embracing the GHS Americana Series of strings.

Yes, I bought the previously frozen banjo strings. How could I resist? After work today, I sat out on the porch and put a set on my Bart Reiter banjo. They sound great, bright and wonderful. But then every time I put on fresh strings I feel the same kind of wow. Do they sound better than ordinary banjo strings? Does freezing them to a ridiculous level of cold actually do anything? I suspect it is a matter of belief.

I experience something similar when I’m out on a trout stream fly fishing. I catch more trout on some variation of the Usual emerger pattern (followed by the parachute ant) than I do using any other fly. At least part of the reason for my success with these patterns is that I fish them with confidence and I use them more than other patterns. Other fly fishing bums have other favourite patterns. This isn’t to negate the importance of matching the hatch and so on. I’m just saying that confidence is a factor.

I just know with these previously frozen strings, the notes are just going to fly off my banjo. The tone will be awesome and I will magically become a better player overnight. The cryogenic strings are clearly superior and worth the extra money (refer to Red Striped Socks, a story in Episode 1 of the 27th Street Podcast).

On the topic of marketing, today Tuffy P brought home a bag of Montreal Smoked Meat flavour potato chips. I’m not even kidding. We cracked them open. Unlike the cryogenic banjo strings, which are brilliant, they are so-so. But tomorrow, tomorrow we’re going to enjoy an even better flavour:

IMG_4167Yes friends, we have a bag of Cowboy BBQ Beans flavour chips. Be afraid.

This reminds me that when I eventually retire from my day job, I’d like to be the guy who writes the blurbs on the back of scotch bottles. From my cupboard:

ABERFELDY Highland Single Malt Scotch Whiskey. Scottish alchemy: turning water, barley and yeast into liquid gold is simpler when the stream tumbling towards you contains that precious metal. Built on land famous for deposits of gold, our distillery has welcomed travellers to taste its treasure since 1898.

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Bruce Molsky coming to Toronto

I’m very excited to have an opportunity to participate in a banjo workshop next week given by Bruce Molsky, and then the next night, going (with my brother the trout, Salvelinas Fontinalis), so see him perform at Hugh’s Room. Here is Bruce Molsky playing guitar, performing Sail Away Ladies…

On fiddle…The Drunkard’s Hiccups

And on banjo…The Hills of Mexico

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New mosaic projects on the horizon – blue jay and butterflies

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IMG_4163The shapes are drawn and cut out. Next step is to protect the back and sides, then start applying the mosaic. These will be worked directly using broken crockery, tiles, plastic toys and so on.