Choking the chicken
Choking the chicken

Choking the chicken

The Kitchen Dwellers play the Animas City Theatre at 9 p.m. Wednesday.

Chris Aaland - 11/09/2017

Some friends of mine have a small flock of chickens that previously included one on’ry cock. Last Thursday, when I was filling in on KSUT’s Afternoon Blend, I caught wind of Gallo Enojado’s demise. One of his owners was feeding the flock when the cocky bird attacked her. Using her metal pail as a Viking shield, she first tried to fend off his assault. When this deterrent failed, she smacked him with the pail, sending him tumbling ass over teakettle. This just pissed him off. So he charged again with a vengeance. This time the pail struck skull and the rooster was dead as a doornail.

One of my favorite memories of fall apple pressing is when Chris Hall harvested two young roosters while the rest of us picked, sorted, pressed, strained and bottled. He didn’t announce the chore he snuck off to do. We only sensed the carnage when the scent of chicken soup and fried chicken wafted across the farm. Kris Kristofferson never wrote anything truer than “I caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken” in “Sunday Mornin’ Comin’ Down.” You felt the hunger in that loner’s belly when he walked on down the street, with just a beer for breakfast and another for dessert.

I had a tough fall of grouse hunting, having spent just one 12-gauge shell on a single grouse.

In nearly 10 trips up to the high country, I saw just four of the birds. I passed up one shot because my dog chased his prey down a slope, preventing a safe shot. Another missed opportunity was a shot across a road, which is both illegal and unsafe. The other two birds flushed as a pair, and I bagged one. While fresh air and exercise are good for the body and soul, they don’t offer much in terms of culinary satisfaction.

So I drove past Mancos, past Chicken Creek Ski Area and onto my friend’s small ranch. I gathered the fallen rooster, watched the moon rise over the La Platas, and then drove home to process him. I hate seeing good meat go to waste, even if the drive cost more than several whole chickens at the grocery. He’ll taste good as chicken and dumplings. And Kristofferson will be played when the cock meets the kettle.

Comedic genius Robert Dubac brings two distinctly different routines to the FLC Mainstage Theatre at 7:30 p.m. Tuesday and Wednesday. Known as a supremely skilled performer who challenges convention with his profound insight and wit, he’s a veteran of the silver screen, television, theatre and stand-up. On Tuesday, Dubac performs “The Male Intellect: An Oxymoron?” while he brings “The Book of Moron” to the stage Wednesday.

The Kitchen Dwellers are a jamgrass band that’s exploding on the national front, and you can see why at 9 p.m. Wednesday at the Animas City Theatre. Formed in 2010 at Montana State University, they’ve dubbed their unique approach to traditional music as “galaxy grass.” The Kitchen Dwellers have shared stages with Rail-road Earth, Greensky Bluegrass and the Infamous Stringdusters, among others. They’ve also played such festivals as Telluride Bluegrass and the Northwest String Summit.

The never-ending run of Led Zeppelin tribute bands continues at 9:15 p.m. Friday with ZoSo – The Ultimate Led Zeppelin Experience landing at the ACT. Formed in 1995 to perform what they call the most accurate and captivating Led Zeppelin live show since the real thing, ZoSo is much more than a tribute. It touches a golden era in music.

NPR humorist David Sedaris plays a sold-out Community Concert Hall at 7:30 p.m. Saturday, so if you don’t have tickets, you’d better wait out front with one of those “miracle” signs. Sedaris is known as one of America’s pre-eminent humorists, with such credits as Naked, Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim and Let’s Explore Diabetes With Owls.

Got beer’d? Show off that championship crumb duster in the 2018 Snowdown Beard Growing Competition. Contestants will need to show up to Carver’s clean shaven to have their mug shot as proof they didn’t get a head start at 8 p.m. Friday. Then, let it grow for three months. On the Thursday of Snow-down, these considerably furrier lads will then present their faces to a panel of judges who will select a winner. There will be prizes to beards of all ages for best color, longest beard, greatest beer absorption beard and, for the ladies, best leg hair. This year’s Snowdown theme is “A Black Tie Affair.”

The Unitarian Universalist Fellowship of Durango presents a jazz showcase with Linda & the Jazz Monsters on Saturday evening. The group, featuring Linda Baker, Evan Suiter, Clay Lowder, Ryan McCurry, Jack Maynes and Chris Ross, will perform at 7 p.m., with a reception preceding music at 6:15.

Rob Nance & the Lost Souls have a couple of local dates this week, first at the Ska Brewing World Headquarters tonight, and then at the Dolores River Brewery on Friday.

The 20th annual Artisan’s Holiday Gift Show takes place from 9 a.m. ‘til 4 p.m. Saturday at the Strater Hotel. This is an eclectic blend of hand-crafted work by 10 local artisans.

This week’s Balcony Backstage slate includes the Outskirts at 9:30 p.m. Friday and Whiskey Autumn at 9:30 p.m. Saturday. Meanwhile, Kirk James goes solo at 5:30 p.m. tonight (Thur., Nov. 9) at the Kennebec Cafe? in Hesperus.

In case you missed it, tickets to four additions to the Community Concert Hall’s season went on sale this past Monday: The Motet (Jan. 12), Los Lobos (Jan. 19), Farewell Angelina (April 14) and Paula Poundstone (June 15). I’m rather pumped up about Los Lobos, one of the seminal American roots acts of the past 40 years. The Motet is certainly a local favorite, having played countless times at the Animas City Theatre the past 15 years. Their shows usually sold out the ACT, so it will be interesting to see if their energy translates in the big room with up to three times the size. Farewell Angelina is an up-and-coming country group featuring four female vocalists. And Paula Poundstone always sells out locally, thanks in no small part to her devoted following on NPR’s “Wait Wait ... Don’t Tell Me!”

There’s something in a Sunday that makes a body feel alone? Email me at chrisa@gobrainstorm.net.

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