Dredger had a brilliant Thursday idea. The idea involved vacating Toronto in favour of trees, towels, and twang. We packed up our hats and headed to Orillia for the Mariposa Folk Festival on the shores of Lake Couchiching. We went for Joel Plaskett, and hung around for Peter Elkas, Hayden, Cuff the Duke, and some other folkies. It was definitely one of those days that ends with such satisfying and mellow happiness that only the tenacious strum of acoustic guitars can generate. The drawl of the steel strings peeking through a cover of Dylan’s “Ride Me High” had me hooked. Oh lord, we’re gonna fly down in the easy chair. Twang really is a fine spice that I have a ferocious appetite for. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a fan of Country music… with their ‘gas tanks full of dreams’ and ‘man, I feel like a woman’ bullshit. But I do like my twang. I like it a lot. I like it particularly when it accompanies the likes of hipsters like Joel Plaskett. Frankly, the hipsters have embraced the twang and I am right on that bandwagon with them, bumbling along this crazy indie rock hayride. Anyway, Andrew and I lay in grass and listened to acoustic guitars in the sun. After a sufficient amount of sun exposure we opted for the beer tent. During a set with Peter Elkas and Joel Plaskett I yelled out “I Love Clayton Park!” Afterwards, some guy approached Andrew and I and asked “Are you from Halifax?” Our answer: “No. We’re just hip.” Ha cha. And then it was back to Toronto, and back to humidity until another weekend delivers us to the forest.