Musician Malcolm Kogut has been tickling the ivories since he was 14 and won the NPM DMMD Musician of the Year award in 99. He has CDs along with many published books. Malcolm played in the pit for many Broadway touring shows. When away from the keyboard, he loves exploring the nooks, crannies and arresting beauty of the Adirondack Mountains, battling gravity on the ski slopes and roller coasters.
A
pudgy high-school kid who likes classical music isn’t bound for much of
a social life, especially in the photogenic wilds of Fairfield County,
Connecticut. Fortunately for Byron Nilsson, there was salvation. It came
in the form of an LP he swiped from a radio station in nearby Danbury,
an album on the back of which one song title was scribbled out, with the
added inscription: “NOT SUITABLE FOR AIRPLAY.” The album was “Noël
Coward in Las Vegas.” The song was “Uncle Harry.” The lyrics were mildly
suggestive.
That Coward album – and a book of Tom Lehrer songs
and recordings by Flanders & Swann – inspired a love of well-crafted
light verse. Which means it rhymes. And can get a delightfully nasty
before you realize it. Byron not only enjoyed those songs, he learned
them. His social life didn’t improve, but he gained a measure of
frightened respect.
“Rhyme on My Hands” is the latest excuse for a
cabaret performance by Byron and his longtime musical director, Malcolm
Kogut, spinning the fantastic story of how he weathered a life of scorn
and heartache in order to sing these songs for you. Songs like “Lydia
the Tattooed Lady,” “The Irish Ballad,” “The Sloth,” and “The Butler’s
Song” will liven the proceedings.
The show takes place at 3 PM
Sunday, January 2016, at the legendary Caffè Lena (47 Phila Street,
Saratoga Springs) and tickets are available at brownpapertickets.com or
by calling 1-800-838-3006. Their recent Valentine’s Day and Christmas
shows played to sold-out houses, so they’re hoping they can inveigle an
audience once more. Warm yourself on a chilly afternoon – or come see
this show!
I had heard of and seen pictures of the fabled Sprakers Falls but couldn't verify their existence or location from any online source. Internet searches only yielded that the waterfall is rumored to be near the town of Sprakers or is "lost."
My friend Doug searched a topo map and upon further investigation of drone maps, they helped me to discern where I thought the falls to be.
We parked at an Eerie Canal Bike Path parking lot across from the Sprakers Reformed Church. Our original plan was to drive up Canyon Road and look for parking spots or herd trails leading into the canyon but upon perusal of the Canyon Road entrance, a narrow, single lane, no shoulder dirt road, we decided to park at the lot and traverse up the creek.
Looking at the shaded spot on the topo map I calculated that the waterfall was only eight tenths of a mile upstream. I used a phone app called MAPMYHIKE and at an average speed of 1.7 mph and a distance of about one mile, 35 minutes and 12 seconds later we arrived at the falls.
The water level in the creek seemed low and very manageable. Evidence of high water debris deposits and entanglements showed that the creek must have recently been a raging river up to four feet deep. At that level it would have been absolutely unnavigable.
We intentionally wore old sneakers and simply trudged through the water which was actually a welcome relief as the temperatures were a humid 85 degrees. There were a few locations where the water was about four feet deep and there was one impressive swimming hole beneath a medium sized waterfall half way upstream which had no discernible bottom. It was a fine reward for the intrepid adventurer. At this point we could hear the turbulent roar of the larger falls slightly upstream.
The rocks in the stream were predominately slimy and slippery. Bristling with mistrust, whenever we could, we hopped on the top of dry rocks or walked along the shore. I advise bringing a walking stick to catch your balance should you slip in the slime or mud which sometimes caked the shoreline. I speak from experience.
There was evidence of wild life such as the footprints of deer and racoon. We did see two hawks, possibly a Cooper and Sharpshin. There were an assortment of smaller birds plus two Kingfishers who zigzagged the stream ahead of us. In the water there were minnows and crayfish. At one point the air became rapidly charged with the unmistakable effluvium of skunk and at another there was a strong odor of rotting flesh. We looked around for its source but it was probably above the creek-line in the woods and the scent of decay was just wafting down the canyon walls.
The actual waterfall flume was resplendent and impressive with a small grotto hollowed out to the right of the main fall. The water was turgid, most likely with the water of the previous days storm. There was poison ivy up in the grotto area so we didn't venture too far under its overhang. Our original plan was to climb the falls and bushwhack to Canyon Road then take the road down from there. I was told there were private homes up there but while walking upstream along the creek bank there were no discernible trails or access to properties above the canyon.
The creek had an assortment of man made debris such as car bumpers, radiators, a bike frame and tires. Most likely these were washed down from a dump site or farm after various heavy rains over the years.
Around the actual waterfall, there was evidence of human partiers who left their empty soda and beer cans for others to enjoy. My friend Doug would have carried them out but I am more passive aggressive and left them in the hope that should they ever return they will be ashamed at seeing the mess that they left. Probably not. Only now do I realize that after the next storm, their nickel valued aluminum detritus will be transported downstream to eventually adorn the mighty Mohawk River.
Video - Malcolm Kogut Music Patrick Moraz from the album THE STORY OF I
The Plotter Kill Preserve (located in the town of Rotterdam on Route 159) contains 632 acres of rugged hardwood and coniferous forest along the Plotter Kill, a scenic tributary to the Mohawk River. The gorge of the Plotter Kill was cut by melt waters at the close of the ice ages about 10,000 years ago. The ledges give the stream its name: platte (flat) and kill (creek). There are beautiful slate bottom swimming holes throughout the stretch of the kill, shouldered by networks of cascading falls and drops.
The Plotter Kill drops 900 feet in its 3.5 mile descent from Rynex Corners to the Mohawk River. There are three spectacular waterfalls: the Upper Falls, Lower Falls and the Rynex Creek Falls at the junction of Rynex Creek and the Plotter Kill. All are magnificent sights in spring high water (or right after a hurricane). The Upper Falls is 60 feet high, and the others are 40 feet.
The Plotter Kill Preserve is wonderful for nature study. Over 600 species of plants have been found in the area including: trilliums, violets, lilies, ferns and club mosses. The fields off of the Coplon Road parking area are bursting with wildflower nation. There is also a large range of insect, bird, mammal and amphibian life which can be seen mostly to those with gentle tread. Many of the trails lay host to the peripatetic orange newt so watch your step in the summer.
Some of the local diners and restaurants located near the five corners where you can grab take out or re-energize after a hike are: Broadway Restaurant and Lunch Lucia's Two Go McDonalds Tops Diner McLanes Deli Restaurant Duncan Donuts Subway Country Farm Poppy's Ice Cream
