No, its not Monty Python’s Flying Circus.
Just one of those nights when Carl and I have free rain to do whatever we choose.
Sometimes things just work out that way. Saturday was just such a night at Bumper’s Landing. With a combination of the cooler weather and the calendar, it was apparent that it was going to be a slower night, in a place where we usually are holding on for dear life.
With the Halloween parties in full gory all around town, it was very clear that the crowd would be much more intimate tonight. Sometimes, that is great fun; and tonight was going to be just one of those nights.
We were dressed as cowboys, and took that cue to begin the night with a big dose of country music. After playing a few sample songs, we noticed that the music was just perfect for this night. Each and every person on hand was singing along with the tunes that poured out of us.
It was kind of fun to be able to play any type of music that we wished. Country turned to pop, and then different oldies that we haven’t played for many years.
Before we knew it, we were simply playing music for ourselves. Music that made us happy.
Songs like the theme from The Urban Cowboy. Rollin the Thompson Gunner and some eclectic songs by Tom Petty. We played lots and lots of songs that we never have gotten to play for a long while. Not because they weren’t good songs; but because normally we need to play music from a certain genre, just to make everyone happy.
It was fun to do music for ourselves for a change. We played song after song of odd, unusual music. Songs that didn’t necessarily fit into any one category.
I think that the patrons there that night really were enchanted with some of the music that we were sharing. It was just as much fun for them as it was for us.
Chances are the the next week at Bumper’s, we will be back to business as usual. Island music-boater fun. We love that too.
Just fun, every once in a while to be able to just play the music that we never get to share.
We will see. The only thing that we know for sure about Bumper’s, is that we never know anything for sure.
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