Author: Daniel, Bert

The Mushroom of the World

“Je suis le champignon du monde avec chocolat au lait qui fond dans la bouche e non dans la main” For those of you who do not know French, the translation of the phrase just quoted means something like “I am the mushroom of the world with milk chocolate that melts in your mouth and not in your hands”. It’s about all the French I know. You see, about this time every year I really wish I knew how to speak French. It’s such a cool language and, being an avid bicyclist, I follow the Tour de France bicycle race which started last week. When you see the Tour de France coverage on video, it makes you wish you could visit France, eat their best food, drink their best wine and learn more about their history and culture.

I was given the distinctive moniker “Mushroom of the World” by my friend Alex Sanchez, another avid cyclist who did endurance events with me years ago. Alex grew up in Peru and he didn’t know French any better than I did so his attempt to compliment me on a good cycling performance one day got a little messed up. He had no doubt enjoyed French cuisine and added a couple of extra letters to his compliment by mistake.

I appreciated what Alex was trying to say, and at the same time I was glad he called me a mushroom rather than a champion. I felt it was very appropriate. Mushrooms are good and we appreciate them for what they are. Champions like Miguel Indurain, who won the Tour de France that year, are great and we don’t confuse the two.

What a great bunch of musicians the CBA assembled for Grass Valley this year! Champions all in their own right. And we mushrooms had a great time at our campsite jams trying to recreate all that magic that inspires us. A mushroom is akin to a blooming flower and the champions on stage feed off the energy of campsite jams just like the rest of us do. We’ve got a great thing going with this bluegrass culture of ours, don’t we? The fans of the music are mostly players (or will be once they get enough of this stuff), and you can wander around your camping area any given night and hear music almost as good as the music on stage, especially if the music is being played by the folks who were just on stage, which it very well might be.

What a country! Sure, it’s not France and we can’t sound cool speaking that so cool lingua franca. But we’ve got a good thing going, I think. As we celebrated Independence Day a few days ago, one of the things I thought of was how important the French were in helping us gain our Independence from Britain, where the Tour de France started this year. I hope the French appreciate bluegrass music but I don”t really know. When I searched Google, I was directed to a cool web site with pictures of a mandolin, fiddle, guitar, bass, banjo and Dobro. But I have absolutely no idea what it was all about.

It was all in French.

Posted:  7/13/2014

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