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Bumper’s Landing

It began as a cell phone call a month ago, when a fellow named Jim contacted me on the fourth of July, on our way back from our independence day celebration gig.

He said that he had heard Carl and I play at the Three Blind Mice, and wondered if we would be interested in playing at his club.

So the date was set, and so was the die, so to speak.  The club was a place called Bumper’s Landing.  It used to be the Mariner’s Boat Club in years gone by; but now sports the name, Bumper’s.  Jim turned out to be, DJ Jimmy, the person who coordinated all the entertaining at the club.  He was filling up some summer dates, and though that we would be a good fit.  It was up to us to prove him right or wrong.

We arrived at four thirty at Bumper’s Landing, in Harrison Township.

One thing that we noticed right from the beginning, was how friendly everyone there is.  Always a welcome trait in our business.  We greatly appreciate the kindness of other employees; since we are all working together to serve the customer in one aspect or the other.  The entire staff at Bumper’s treated us well; even before we played a note.

We set up right on the river, in a kind of gazebo or sun-shield.  From our vantage point, we could see everything that goes on there.  And, we quickly found out that there was a lot that actually goes on there.

Fun Fact:  Carl and I learned long long ago that there are certain groups of people that like to party, and are good at it.  Several, in fact.  But nobody parties like boaters.  Nobody!

They drink, they talk, they drink, they dance, they drink, they navigate.  They drink; and some of them even walk the plank if need be.  They do it on the water, in the sun, in the rain the wind the snow, I bet.  They are there to have a good time; and, have a good time, they do!

Friday night at six bells was when we officially began our weekend entertaining.  We began cautiously and mellow, for the most part.  Our first set was very solid and what we considered easy-going.  It was a new venue; and we didn’t want to scare away anyone, before we even got going.  However even before  we could begin our second set, the dark clouds began to roll our way.  Weather reports became more ominous as the winds began to howl.

In a flash things turned really ugly.  (No, not just the music . .. ).  So a determination was made to bring the party inside to relative safety.  With the help of some great people, (DJ Jimmy, Mike and Nicole), we were inside and playing again in literally moments.  How great was that?  Without their help, we would blown out to the bay, or worse.  End of story.

Once inside, we finished the evening to a packed house of revelers, dancing and partying the night away.  Storm or no storm, these people had a great time.

Sometime during the night, DJ Jimmy informed us that the band they had scheduled to play Saturday night, had cancelled.  He asked if we would be interested in playing Saturday as well.  We were delighted to have the opportunity to entertain again.  We liked the club, they liked us, and we would be helping them out as well.

Friday night ending with many smiling, contented faces.  Even after listening to Carl and I for five hours.  Who knew?

 

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Summertime, Summertime!

Yes, its summer, and what a summer it has been.

It began a bit cool, but has warmed up nicely into as perfect a summer as anyone can remember.  All we needed to do at this point was to steer things in the right direction, with our music.  Got it!

Summer allows us the musical freedom that we sometimes don’t get in other seasons of the year.  Summer is more laid-back; more reeeee-laxing.

To paraphrase Gershwin – “Summer time  . . . . . an the living’ is easy!

With the advent of summer, comes a myriad of musical memories, all stored and ready to be re-awakened; all it takes is one musical line or melody, and all of those memories come flooding back.

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Memories of relaxing on the beach with friends; exploring the scenic bounty of our country, or cruising with your best girl.

All of those forgotten thoughts and feelings, once lost, can be re-ignited by simply hearing the music that was imprinted on them when created.  Funny how that works.  How a song, or a smell or a sight can tap into feelings in a way that goes beyond conscious thought.  Almost primal in the responses that they mine.

This summer, for us, has brought back many memories, already.  Memories of playing many wonderful shows over the years.  Picnics, weddings, gatherings and events.  Wonderful memories that we have created, playing and giving of our youth, in the service of song.

Though we have enjoyed the re-telling of each musical recollection, we have also been making some fresh, new ones this summer, as well as re-connecting with some old friends.

We have played at the Three Bind Mice, the Shelby Art Fair and various camp fires and back yards throughout the state.

Join us on the last phase of our summer celebration.

There is still plenty of time to make memories we will be sharing for summers to come.  Why not join us?

Rb

 

 

Art In Shelby

Summertime in Shelby would not be summer without the annual Shelby Art Fair.  It is the annual celebration, fund-raiser and salute to the arts, that has been held for so many years now.

I believe that the last time we played the art fair was a few years ago, as strolling musicians.  We walked the sidewalks and grounds, singing and playing for two afternoons in the sun.  It is a great way to play, but very difficult.  No sound reinforcement; no sitting or relaxing, and no help from the stage or setting.  We just walked and played, for a three hours at a time.

This year, we were playing the big stage.

We played both Saturday and Sunday on the big stage under the main pavilion. As part of the many musical acts to entertain the strolling art patrons and exhibitioners.

Sandwiched between two acts on Saturday, we played acoustically to lots contented patrons of art and crafts.

Before us was a very, very talented group called Rick & Dayna, with the special musical talents of Marshall, on the mic.  What a great band they were!  We enjoyed each and every song that they played.  Great variety, great musicianship and great people.

After us, another very talented band wowed everyone at the fair – The Square Pegz Band.  An 80’s tribute band.  Lots of people, lots of talents, lots of girls in the band!

We thought that it would be the perfect compliment to the 80’s rock and pop/nostalgia sounds of those other bands, by playing acoustically.

We really enjoy getting the chance to play other music in our repertoire on occasion.  And, this is just one such occasion.

People meandering throughout the fair grounds, drinking in the art all around them.  Sunshine and blues skies, happy, relaxing tunes on a summer day.  Nothing better in the entire world.  Just being with the person that your really care about, and you are all set!

Sunday was just as magical, if even more so.  We were a bit more settled and relaxed, as we didn’t have three bands coming and or going around us as we performed.

All in all, it was one of the most enjoyable, summer shows we have played in the past; with this year being no exception.

So great to see and meet the many people that enjoyed the show.  The people from the park were very happy with us; and already invited us back for next year.

We are already looking forward to it.

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Summer- Mouse

Summertime at the Three Blind Mice in Mt. Clemens, Michigan has been a great time to stop in, drink an ale and hear a song or two.

We played to a good crowd, filled with patrons and summer-revelers that seemed to enjoy each melody.  (Ok, it was the ale, but we can understand that).

Inside, by the barrels is where we have been hiding from the malicious sun, this summer.  On this night, it was no different.

Although it was beautiful outside, the patio has been the home of the resident Dj this year. It gets cold most night, and you can never tell what this crazy Michigan weather will do.

So, we play inside; which is perfect for us.  We can concentrate on the music, and not have to worry about the elements.

So in that spirit, we pretty much enjoyed everything on this night.  Good song, good drink and wonderful friends that gave us the inspiration to play the music of our lives.

I have mentioned before that in Michigan, in the summer, there are so many choices  for entertainment.  So many things to do or places to go.  When people make the choice of visiting our show, it is a great compliment to us and the establishment where we entertain.

We played any, many requests on this night, which always makes us feel wonderful.  To be able to channel those musical memories for people is one of the main reasons that we still are playing, after all these years.  Guess it makes us feel appreciated.

We will  play the Mice again soon, so please come by and share the evening with us.  No matter what weather awaits you.

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An Independence Day

Summer seems to have arrived; and just in time for an Independence day that will be long remembered.

Not for anything catostrophic or salacious, but for the sheer air of relaxation that surrounded it.

Everywhere we looked, it was apparent that families were gathering to simply enjoy this holiday, in ways that weren’t possible over that last few years.

People just feel better about things right now.   Better about the economy.  Better about jobs.  Better about the state of things; the direction we are headed.  Better about the future.

You can sense it everywhere.  Most notably from our perspective are the small, community concerts that were the very first to be eliminated due to buracratic cost-cutting.

Look around, now and you will see local concerts aplenty.  (great news for starving musicians everywhere).

The talent contests that have captured everyone’s attention over the last decade have finally ebbed.  With it the glut of attention focused on finding the “next unknown Idol”.  Most of the time, people with real talent are not that difficult to spot.  Your ears actually have the ability to hear someone who is gifted.  But it is not always about pure vocal talent.

People have always, and will always just want to be entertained.  For an hour, for a day, or even for an entire season.  People need to get away from their troubles and cares.  To see, hear or experience artists that expand their horizons.  To listen as the human condition is shared with them form another perspective.  To hear or read ideas and thoughts that confirm what they, themselves have been feeling inside.

There are many reasons that art connects with people; and on a beautiful day like this, all of them find a home.

Carl and I stood on the edge of the pool at Great Oaks Country Club in rochester Michigan, with smiles a big as the Grand Canyon.  Although the last time we were there, we were soaked to our skins; nothing could possibly dampen this incredible day.

83 Degrees.  Poolside.  Barbecue to our right.  Cabana to our left.  Beautiful smiling people.  families frolicking in the water.  If we had a problem on a day like this; we were truly in the wrong business.

We began the day with a simply song written by Jimmy Buffett . . .

Squalls out on the gulf stream
Big storm’s comin’ soon
I passed out in my hammock
And God I slept till way past noon

Stood up and tried to focus
I hoped I wouldn’t have to look far
I knew I could use a bloody Mary
So I stumbled next door to the bar

And now I must confess, I could use some rest
I can’t run at this pace very long
Yes, it’s quite insane, I think it hurts my brain
But it cleans me out and then I can go on

There’s somethin’ about this Sunday
It’s a most peculiar gray
Strollin’ down the avenue
That’s known as A1A

Feelin’ tired, then I got inspired
I knew that it wouldn’t last long
So all alone I walked back home
Sat on my beach and then I made up this song

And now I must confess, I could use some rest
I can’t run at this pace very long
Yes, it’s quite insane, I think it hurts my brain
But then it cleans me out and then I can go on

Well, the wind is blowin’ harder now
Fifty knots or thereabouts
There’s white caps on the ocean
And I’m watchin’ for waterspouts

It’s time to close the shutters
It’s time to go inside
In a week I’ll be in gay Paris
That’s a mighty long airplane ride

And now I must confess, I could use some rest
I can’t run at this pace very long
Yes, it’s quite insane, I think it hurts my brain
But it cleans me out and then I can go on
Yes, it cleans me out and then I can go on

TRYING TO REASON WITH HURRICANE SEASON
Jimmy Buffett

Why people around the world can relate to Jimmy’s music, can be found in the lyrics.  The simple, universal tenant of escaping from the daily grind and hustle of a world spinning out of control.

We have all worked incredibly hard over the last decade; and now maybe, just maybe; it is time to reap some of the fruits of that labour.

Song after song that echo the timeless notion of relaxation begin to have the designed effect on the Great Oaks membership: they soon fall under our spell of smiles and sloth.

No matter.  That is why we are here.  To bath the people in a shower of warm memories and rhythm.  On this day, things went exactly according to plan.  So good in fact, one of the members sponsored us to play an extra half hour!

A day that began as a lazy poolside melody, was ended in a way that has been our tradition for twenty years at Great Oaks.

THIS LAND IS MY LAND
Woody Guthery

This land is your land, This land is my land,
From California to the New York island;
From the red wood forest to the Gulf Stream waters;
This land was made for you and Me.

As I went a-walking that ribbon of highway
I saw above me that endless skyway
I saw below me that golden valley
This land was made for you and me.

I roamed and rambled and I followed my footsteps
To the sparkling sands of her diamond deserts;
All around me a voice was a-sounding;
This land was made for you and me.

There was a high wall there that tried to stop me
A sign was painted said “Private Property”
But on the backside it didn’t say nothin’
This land was made for you and me.

When the sun came shining, and I was strolling;
the wheat fields waving and the dust clouds rolling.
A voice was chanting, the fog was lifting
This land was made for you and me.

This land is your land, This land is my land,
From California to the New York island;
From the red wood forest to the Gulf Stream waters;
This land was made for you and me.

These two songs framed our day in such a fashion that the families might only remember years from now.  (maybe in worse times).  Both songs point to the gulf stream.  Both urge us to slow down, look around and take pride and hope in what we have.

The only thing that could possibly be added is enjoyment of family and friend; and because were area free people, we do not take that for granted.

Ever.

Rb

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A Musical Legacy

With the welcome warm temps, blue water and relaxing vacations, also come the dreaded summer lulls at the Three Blind Mice Irish Pub in beautiful, downtown Mt. Clemens, Michigan.

We all know that June, July & August days and nights in Michigan are prized beyond many things.  So when the thermometer says 72 and beyond, it means that people are out and about; doing as much as they can do.

For us, it means that there will be nights like we had last Friday, when patrons filled the patio; but did not venture inside until the sun went down.

All good with Carl and I.

At its’ core, the Three Blind Mice is a gathering place; a musical destination around these parts; where people that love music can go and hear great renditions of their favorite music.  As it should be.

By now the word is out that in here, music is as important at the food and ale.  (well, ok, now I’m exaggerating!).  Well, it’s right up there in the top three!

Since long before the Mice was opened, the three owners’s idea was to bring to Mount Clemens a pub that was much more than we have seen around here for quite some time.

More atmosphere, more service, more drink choices and much, much more music.
So far, so great!  The service brings you back.  Smiling wait-staff who cater to your every table desire.  A menu that excels at selection; and the music . . .   well, the music is a welcome alternative to the hum-drum, worn out Karaoke holes-in-the-walls that sprang up in the last forgettable musical decade.

Go anywhere in the world and tell them that you are from Detroit, and watch their reaction . . .

. . . first thing they do is to take a step back.  (scan you up and down, checking for both guns and or bullet holes).  Then they usually smile and bask in the warm glow of an classic Motown tune!

Michigan music is revered through the world.  The artists, the concerts; the songs.  The are our legacy.  Our calling-card.  Our birthright.

Incredible music has been our export for 50 years now; with no signs of abatement.

So given this heritage, this legacy; when an artist takes the stage in Michigan, they have much to live up to.  Much is expected.  Fortunately, much is delivered.

You can still hear music in most cities and towns.  Good music.

Case in pointe:  Come into the Three Blind Mice, order your favorite adult beverage; sit back and listen.  You will be rewarded with some of the best artistry and showmanship that can be found anywhere.

Since our first night at this venue, we have seen many great groups that posses incredible  talent and musicianship.  A very proud heritage, that has been passed on since the world took notice of more than motor cars in the early sixties.

Each and every night that we perform, it is our “musical” duty to uphold that torch that every artist who came before us has passed on.

On this Friday night that began very slow, we were very fortunate to spend time with some new fans and friends; some from as far away as England.

Editors' Note: the mark of a great pub is where anyone from anywhere can instantly feel at home, just by coming inside!

Its great when it is packed, don’t get me wrong.  However, when it is slower, we are able to spend more time getting to know the patrons that are the entire reason we are here.

We listen to their stories, (we explain why we make some many bad notes . . .), and we hear about their musical heroes and favorite songs.

So on this particular Friday, when the crowd would ebb and surge throughout the night, we were given the opportunity to make many new friends.

We met several great couples, who shared their suggestions on everything from musical anecdotes to cultural witticisms.  (You can really learn a lot when you just take the time to listen.)

We had a very talented woman sit in with us again, and share her wonderful voice with the exuberant crowd.  (Her friends liked it too!)

We met Ron and friends, a program director associated with a local radio station from Bloomfield HiIMG_8796lls, who along with teaching students, has been doing all he can to promote and nurture local musical artists.  Here is Biff Radio, and this is the link to his radio show: Motorcitystatic.

 

There was even a surprise visit from a friend of ours, whom we have played music with for nearly forty years: The equally legendary Adam Allen.

Adam has played in several bansanctuary-FINALds and shows with us going way back to our early days in Algonac around 1977.

He played with us, then his own band; and even toured with the immortal Badfinger for a time.  He is truly the greatest guitar player we have ever been lucky enough to hear; and still plays locally.As the night drew on, the crowd, (now inside), enjoyed every note.  Finally the last song ended, and Carl and I packed up our guitars for the evening.

Working at the Mice, though rewarding, is truly exhausting.  So it was with much pride and satisfaction that we loaded the equipment into the van, for tomorrow’s performance.

Knowing that once again the musical torch remained burning brightly.

Rb

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Introducing . . . The Taylors!

On Thursday of last week, (later that evening, after we played Marshbank Metropark), Carl and I returned to our home-away-from-home, The Three Blind Mice Irish Pub, in Mount Clemens, Michigan.  However, this time it wasn’t for the usual reason, in the usual place, on the usual night in the usual way.  (sounds, unusual, right?).

Ryan Taylor and Kelsy Dettloff were to be married.

We were to play for the rehearsal dinner at The Mice.  They did, and we did, and we had a wonderful time.

We arrived earlier in the day to load in the equipment.  It was quiet at the Mice, but cordial, as the friendly staff was eager to help in any way that they could.

So we loaded our equipment up the long stairway to the big stage upstairs.  We have seen lots and lots of acts upstairs, but have never gotten the chance to play there ourselves.

One thing that I didn’t expect was how good the sound was in that location.  Meaning . . . how it sounded to us.

We have learned, over the years that all great music venues have incredible musical/architectural characteristics.  (Translation), in the old Macomb theater, (which was built by the same company who built Carnage Hall), you could stand at the back of the last row of seats, and actually hear a pin drop on stage.  The acoustics were that good.

The big stage, upstairs at the Three Blind Mice, is every bit as acoustically sound.

We could hear everything.  Ourselves, the audience, the boos and even clinking glasses downstairs.  Incredible.

We played for a few hours.  First, low key dinner music.  Then the pace picked up as the food was consumed, and the drinks were flowing.

What a wonderful group of friends and relatives.  They all seemed to enjoy each other, as the night progressed.  Rare when an entire assembly of people seem to so genuinely enjoy each others’ company.  That translates to a smooth, happy night for us.

After the dinner was finished and the drinks took their desired effect, it was time for the toasting and boasting about the future of this amazing couple.

As for the toasting, it was warm and playful.  Some jokes, some ribbing and lots of visions of their long future together.

As for the boasting . . .   well lets just say that it can be quiet refreshing to view the world through the eyes of the young, or in some cases, the young at heart.

Time to crank up the music.  we did.  They did.  We even played their “entering the reception” music, for the them to practice too.

All in all, it was a great time.  Well rehearsed, well planned and well enjoyed.

As our last song ebbed, to close the long day, the dreaded shouts of, “Encore!” rang through the pub. . .

Carl offered, “Since Ryan was marrying a Disney princess . . . would you like to hear a Disney song?”

They did, and so we ended the wonderful night of this long day, playing “Under The Sea”, to an excited group of young nearly-newlyweds.

What I will never forget . . .

as the song ended, one of the groomsmen yelled . . . “Best encore ever!”

Yes, yes it was.

Note: After you enjoy the picture, click below on the links that will take you to the wedding!

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Here is the link to their engagement website

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Update:  The wedding was more of the wonderful, happy, hopeful same!  Nothing but good things ahead for these two kids!  See for yourself, as we include some pictures from their big day.

The Wedding of Ryan & Kelsy

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Marshbank Metropark Revisited

On a Thursday.

In the morning. (11:00 am, no doubt)

On a hill?

Seems preposterous, I know; but none the less we did.  It was during the work week.  It was early in the day, and way out in Oakland County, on a beautiful hill.  Picturesque as it was, we still didn’t believe that there would be anyone much at all attending this, first-in-a-summer concert-series concert.  Boy, were we wrong!

What a magical time, we had!

We played kids’ music, and had a blast!

Well, we know from our winter time that playing for kids, (usually at X-Mas), is our very favorite time of the year.  A concert like this just re-affirms it.  So much fun.

We only played an hour, but what an hour it was.  An hour filled with fun, frivolity and great music, both young and old.

We had so many great comments about what we played and how much the kids loved everything.  The parents were so gracious and patient with everything that was going on.

We began with a blast, and ended with a bounce.  We splashed, we splashed.  We jumped and we hooped!

we hope that this is an annual concert, and we will be included each year.

Loved it, loved it, loved it!

Rb

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Look what we found on the West Bloomfield Parks & Recreation site.  Great job capturing the fun and of the day.  What memories we created!

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. . . there was even a very short video.  Can’t wait until next year!

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  Click on the logo, to watch it!

RB

A Day For Our Fathers

To be a father in this day and age is more diverse than ever before.  Nothing could illustrate that premise more than this a-tipicale fathers’ day.

Though we spent the morning with our families, the afternoon and evening was spent in the service of other fathers, (who were undoubtedly doing all they could to be the father they thought they should be to families).

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In stead of us being home lazing on the couch; we were entertaining in Roseville Michigan.  (Ok, we were lazing there, but at least we had a great time!)

Although the day started out in a mirky, quirky kind of cloudy funk; it turned quite nicely as the day evolved.  The sun came out and so did the families, as we entered the Rose-Fest carnival area on Sunday afternoon.

When we began, there was just a small crowd.  A smattering, really.  Well, possibly a gaggle, or a brace.  But not an clowder, for certain.  Ok, a smattering it was.  Until we played; then it was a clowder!

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Before we forget, we just have to thank the wonderful people at Gumbo’s.  Oh, my dear!

It was like nothing we have ever had.  Not only that, after requesting a few songs, and us sending out a few more, they actually brought Carl and I over steaming hot bowls of their incredible-edible gumbo!

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And more than that, it put a fitting signature on a delightful day; fit for a family, a mother or and father, celebrating or not!

 

Rb

News?

. . . Well “Any press is good press!”, they say.  So making the cover of the Eastsider newspaper must be quite the coup.  In all seriousness, we always enjoy being on the cover of an local newspaper.  everyone gets so excited when the see it; they must show us, or save it.  Most of the time we get 14 copies.

This time someone very thoughtfully cut out a copy when the discovered it, and sent it in to us.  Good that they did, since although I had heard about it, no one had a copy, yet.

Fun show, by the way.  Both years we have been the very first act of the year.

Looking forward to it next year, already.

 

RB

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BOB AND CARL