It’s more true than not, Forrest!

We never seem to know what’s inside until we open that door.

Saturday night, last, was just such a night.  

On the drive over, Carl and I always discuss what we imagine the evening will be like, and never, ever get it right.

The reason: Our imaginations just are not equipped enough to handle what goes on there.  No matter what we envision, it is usually, way off.

For example, how do you imagine a group of carefree birthday revelers arriving by water and depositing ten people all bent on celebrating someone’s special day named, Sexy Judy, until it is dancing right in front of you?

You can’t really.

Or a gaggle of Maker’s Mark Gals all dressed in black & boots, handing out free booze?

Nope, ya’ can’t.

How about, birthday after birthday after birthday being celebrated all at the same time, in a whirl-wind of celebratory confusion.

As you know by now, Carl and I were set for our usual, “quiet Bumper’s evening” by the water.  Where nothing much should happen.  

Maybe watch the big game.

And then, "The Bumper's Effect" kicks in.  (we'll talk about that in a future post, don't you even worry.)

The “Bumper’s Effect” changes everything, all at once.

When we arrived and first walked through the door to scope out the restaurant for the evening, we noted that it was about a quarter full.  It was very possible that our prediction of a sleepy little evening could still very well be realized.

By the time we had set up our gear, the place was full and threatening a huge crowd in the making.

“A Cellarful Of Noise“, is how Brian Epstein, the legendary manager of the Beatles described what he encountered at his very first hearing of those four young lads on that night in Liverpool, so long ago.

Well, if you think that was loud, spend one night at Bumper’s Landing!

The room is L O U D !!!

We do all that we can to try and keep up with the boisterous crowd of revelers, but seem to fail each night.  It’s all good; they have a LOT to celebrate.

Tonight it was apparently, birthdays and beer.  Or, the game and beer.  Saturday and beer.  What better way to say “Good-bye!” to summer.  Than (with beer.)

Where was I? . . ..  

Oh yes, the room was LOUD!

No problem; that is fine, since we know how loud it is.  And, because the reason that it is loud is because people are so excited about so many things.

Just getting started is a chore at that volume level.  Hard to tune, hard to listen, hard to hear.  That being said, it sure is way better than playing to a empty house.

Our first set, that is usually a little bit slow and easy-going, was nothing like that on this particular night.  We began with some Buffett, as we usually do, but then began feeding off of the huge crowd, as they unknowingly ramped up the electricity level to an unsafe volume level.

Unsafe if only you were hoping for a nice, quiet, sleepy little evening by the water.  Nope, not ‘gonna happen.

We played some Tom Petty and Bob Marley.  Seger and Chesney and Brooks. Even did some Creedence Clearwater Revival music during this first set.  That had them all playing attention.

It was a happy, fun group and they were all very much into it.  Sexy Judy was holding court, from a corner of the bar.  The music was hot and the cool liquid refreshments were flowing freely.

The Bumper’s Effect was in full swing by now.  

Ok, so the Bumper’s effect is this crazy, bizarre spin that Bumper’s Landing has on anything normal that comes in contact with it.

On this evening, it seemed to take a group of mild-mannered girls and whipped them into a drink fueled, music engorged dance-frenzy.

 . . . The Bumper’s Effect.

So, this night was never really about Carl or me, or the music or the weather or anything else really.

It was, as it usually is, about the people.

The people that come to hear the music, or eat the food, or buy the drinks or to forget their problems for a little while.

It is about the people.

The people that come to Bumper’s Landing are  some of the best people in our world.  They come to have fun, and they know how to accomplish that.  We try and help, but it is ultimately about them.  Our music is just the soundtrack.

That’s fine, because our music is pretty much always the same.  The music is a reaction to the people and how we interact with them.

I’m not trying to be philosophical on purpose.

Just saying that when we play, sometimes.  (Ok, most times . . .)

We don’t know what to expect.  We practice, we strategize, and plan, but we never really know what to expect.

Ok, you got me . . .

we don’t practice.

What I’m trying to say is that we never know what to expect, but always expect to never know.

THAT’S the Bumper’s Effect!

Rb

 

 

 

 

 

 

Each and every day, a young industrious ant would leave the colony, walk to the the acorn grove and return with his prize.  Every day was the same, and after he worked all summer, he would have enough food for the long winter ahead.

But, one day on his way, a large branch had fallen across the trail, and he was forced to take another route, down near the water.  Since he was unsure of his surroundings, he stopped to ask an interested looking spider who just happened to be perched above him in one of the trees.

The spider told the ant how to navigate to the grove, but inquired why he was going.  When the ant told the spider that he needed to collect enough acorns for winter, the spider nodded his head in agreement.

“You know,” said the spider . . . You could work all summer in the sweltering heat, collecting acorns . . . or, you could work for just ONE week!”

“Huh?” said the ant, “I don’t understand.”

“Well, you could collect one weeks’ worth of acorns, and give them to me to sell across the river in the big city. You would then have enough money to hire another ant to do all the work for you, while you become rich!”

“You would do that for me?”, said the ant.  “Sure, I’m going there anyway, and you seem like an honest enough ant that you would be waiting for me when I return with the money.”

“Mmmmm, OK!” said the enterprising insect.

Well, as you know by now, the ant did his part, giving the spider the biggest haul of acorns he could ever have harvested in one week; and the spider did what spiders do . . . stealing the acorns, and sucking the ant dry in the process.

What’s the moral of the story, you might ask?

Everybody likes ACTION!

Guys love ACTION.  You know what I mean.

Let’s define it like this: The most vigorous, productive, or exciting activity in a particular field, area, group or thing.

Well, I doubt that explains it all that well.  I’ll keep trying.

When it comes to ACTION, there is one place I know that has it every night, in spades . . .  Bumper’s Landing

ACTION is what really draws them in.

The guys want the boats and the ACTION/The girls want the guys/The bar wants the girls, and the guys and the boats and money and the music.  And all of that creates it; ACTION

You see how its all connected.  Carl and I simply add music.

Oh, and we love to watch!

While we are entertaining, we take it all in.  Who’s with who.  Who wants to be with who.  Who is avoiding who.  It’s a who’s who of an ACTION study.

All of that ACTION taking place all around us each and every night.

Like last Saturday, when we arrived as usual, once again, we needed to decide just what the weather was going to do.  Would it rain?  Sure, but, when?

We decided to set up inside first, and then once the weather passed, we would go out and finish the night by the river.

The weather plays a big part in the ACTION.  It motivates people.  It relaxes them, or riles them up.  Weather plays a big part . . .

Our first set was pretty good, as the crowd inside really didn’t expect us to be there, playing all of their favorite boat-tunes.

They loved it!

We had many, many compliments as our first set finished and we had a moment or two to chat with some very kind patrons.  We met a wonderful group of people who had never heard us before.  They had some requests and asked us how long we had been playing together.  The look on their faces  is always priceless when we tell people that we are approaching our fifth decade of entertaining.

Just as we got the place really rocking’ the weather cleared and we decided to move out into the confines of the pavilion for more music.

It generally takes us about twenty minutes to accomplish that task, so when we do that, there is really no chance for us to have an kind of break.

Gotta’ keep the ACTION going!

Now outside, we didn’t have to compete with the Michigan football game that people were busy lamenting.  We kept things rolling and rocking right from the first song by the water.

There was singing, there was dancing, there was lots and lots of ACTION all around us.  The boss was in the house, so there was electricity in the air.

Never a dull moment at Bumper’s, that’s for sure.  Never lacking for excitement, and never short on ACTION.

Next time you are there, check out the bar, the Tiki or even the parking lot for that matter. There is always something going on, inside or out.

That’s what draws them in.  That’s what keeps them excited.  That’s what they know awaits them, the next time they arrive.

Chicks, drinks, boats and ACTION!

Rb

 

 

It was a tough weekend to expect lots and lots of people at the Rochester Tap Room, since Labor Day had everyone scrambling to eek out one last tribute to their summer plans.  That being said, we had a wonderful time, making our own fun.

Carl and I arrived on that Friday to a good crowd of dinner guests, and quickly set up to get things started.

All eyes were on us when we finally grabbed two guitars and began our set.  We started out very quiet and careful, getting a good handle on the rooms’ acoustics.

People were still coming in to fill the tables in the main area, just as we started to feel comfortable.  In entertaining, that means, beginning simply and becoming accustomed to the geography and desires of the staff and patrons.

Beginnings are very, very important in entertaining.  You set the tone of the night right from the start by what you play; how loud you are and most of all how professional you approach your audience.

We always try and be set up early and easily.  (Not always that simple).  We try and look professional in what we wear.  We try and start simply, by picking music that we establish ourselves in the minds of those we are entertaining.

Tempo and volume carve out a model for our first song and a big part of our first set.  It’s a long night, and making a good first impression helps us get through it without incident.

As the night eventually unfolds, and the pleasures of alcohol, food and music begin to ply the audience to loosen up and let down their inhibitions, it becomes time to quicken the tempo, be more aggressive and take them for that wild ride that they secretly hope to go on.

There were three big tables of our family, friends and supporters, situated front and center for us to interact with.

They certainly helped make the evening a memorable one, simply by showing up and heckling us.

My brother from Florida even made the trek out to Rochester, after he left the Aretha Franklin funeral he was attending.  So glad he did, as the highlight of the evening was when he sat in and played guitar on a classic Poison song.

Obviously, by then, everyone was loosened up and ready for pretty much anything musically.  Until the end of the night, that is exactly what they got.

We threw everything out there musically.  Country, Motown, Irish, boat music and folk.  It all had its place, and all seemed right at home in this eclectic venue.

Around midnight, everyone headed home, happy that they were able to be included in the show.  For those of you that didn’t get the chance to stop by; as yourself this question . . .

What would you rather be doing, and with whom?

Maybe you’ll have it all figured out by the next time we are ready to entertain again.  There’s still room in the van.

A big shout out to my brother from another mother, The Chipster!

Rb

I guess there are some places in the world where wild, untamed things just happen.  Bumper’s Landing seems to be one of those places.

In Michigan, there are places like, The Mystery Spot, or Gravity Hill, or even, the Grave of Mr. Chicken, (The plastic legged rooster!). Each place offering it’s own unique portal into something unknown and as of yet, truly unexplained.  (Some of them, simply requiring alcohol).

But did you know that we have our very own place where unexplained things happen nearly every weekend?

Yes, it’s Bumper’s Landing!

Crazy, wild, amazing, inspiring and even sometimes naughty things happen right there!

Along with some more normal occurrences, (like eating and drinking and partying), there are meetings, anniversaries, birthdays, promotions and even more.

Day in and day out, mostly “normal” things go on.  However, if you look closer, you will notice there is usually more going on than at first meets the eye.

If you look closer on any given weekend, you will see people act just a little crazier.  You will see things just a bit more outlandish.

More drama, more passion, more fun!  That’s what we see anyway.

You might scoff at the notion that Bumper’s Landing could be one of Michigan’s uncharted mystery spots; so let’s examine this claim logically, shall we?

• Are people drawn to that spot, week in and week out?
• When they arrive, do they experience a completely physical and emotional reaction?
• Does the simple combination of water, food, music and alcohol have a nearly intoxicating effect on all who partake?
• Do you witness crazy things going on, each and every Friday or Saturday?
• Do you feel an unmistakable, nearly irresistible urge to return, again and again?

If you answered YES to any or all of these questions, you might have come to realization that this place has even more significance then you ever imagined.

“This area is pretty old, and right on the banks of the Clinton River there have been many people settling since time began.  There certainly could have been tribes of early Indians or travelers that have been occupying this very spot for centuries. “

All Carl and I know is that its been crazy every night we play.

Everything plays their part.  The weather, the food, the drinks.  Combined in such a way that it makes people do things that they usually wouldn’t.

Oh,          Yeah!

We started outside on this particular night, doing our very best to read the sky and wind as we set up.  We began on the patio and watched the clouds between songs.  Our music was island-centric: Buffett, Chesney and Marley; light, fun and tropical.  We were doing our very best to hold onto the summer vibe as long as we could.

Just moments before the rain moved in, we broke down our gear and reconvened inside.

Just in time, I might add, as the clouds opened up and took over the patio.

To begin our second set, we changed up the vibe and put a country spin on it, to the delight of those patrons who, like us were retreating from the wet weather.

Something weird, strange or different seems to always happen at Bumper’s Landing, just like all those other attractions.  It’s usually just a matter of time.

Could be the weather.  Could be the moon.  Could a’ ben the whiskey!  Usually, its a combination of everything and everybody.

Similar to those other natural attractions, Bumper’s naturally attracts fun!  That’s what brings everyone back for more.

Meanwhile back inside, the second half of the evening was calling us to pick up the tempo and get dancing.  The crowd was in the mood to boogey, and that suited us just fine.

It sure could have been the mysterious elements taking hold of the wild-eyed patrons, but it was that time of the night when everyone wanted to find someone to make their night even more enchanted.

At the bar, every attractive woman had at least three men to choose from.  No wonder people are drawn to this spot.

As the night wound down, and the last song was echoing through the wind, Carl and I packed everything away for the last time.

We sat in the van, numb from the grueling day, in a crazy place where so many things are weird, strange and unexplained, and I couldn’t help but realize how amazing it was to spend the last quiet moments with my best friend by my side.

A feeling I will never experience again.

We might not ever know what’s right around the corner.  But I do know that there are plenty of life’s mysteries still awaiting.

Just listen . . .

Rb

 

 

 

 

Saturday night at Bumper’s Landing started out slow this week, as there was a kinda big car show thingy happening. (The Dream Cruise).

Lots to do as summer winds down and people jockey to get every last thing done on their event, to-do list.  Many of them out and about, watching cars, many on the lake.  Weddings and birthday parties, and even a few catching sporting events or galas.  And what about those who just want to get off the grid until September?

That’s ok, we understand.  We’ll be here when you are ready.

Carl and I began at six O’clock along with some boaters that dropped by to have a brew and a laugh.  It was a nice relaxing way for us to begin our Saturday entertaining experience, at a low-impact level.

Perfect!

As soon as we began our second song, the restaurant/bar/dinner-music venue began to fill.  By the end of our first set, every table, of course was occupied.

It’s great to take it a little slow sometimes.  We’re not too used to that at Bumper’s.

The weather was nice enough to allow people to mille about and enjoy all that the waterfront has to offer.  Dogs, kids, adults and staff all going through their motions as they interact out this play we call, “Life”.  Our job is to supply the sound track.  We try and do it one day, one song at a time.

Our second set began with a little more passion and strength than the last, since we set out to be a bit slow and smooth from the start.

With people always come requests, and they began popping up right and left.  After the second set, Carl and I stopped to chat with many friends, and several patrons new to Bumper’s that had a thought or song advice.

You really never know how busy it will be on a given night.  All that we can ever do is to estimate, plan and guess really in the end.  Some nights are much better than others.

For a Saturday night, this week was a little slower than we have been used to.  Looking around you can see how people are tired and generally worn out from all that they have got going on in their lives.  We see it, and realize that we need to work even harder so that they can enjoy their time with us.

The rest of the evening was spent working even harder to please the people.  Dancing music, or course was what we used to make everyone happy.

In the end, two young gals in their thirties came up to us while we were packing up, and told us how much they enjoyed our music.  So very gratifying to hear those compliments from people in a demographic that would generally be expected.

We pulled out of the parking lot, tired but quite satisfied in knowing we brought a little music to some people’s summer.  Not a bad way to spend our lives.

Rb

 

 

In the mind’s eye of the artist, you would find their own personal vision of what a perfect day would be.  It might consist of blue skies, sunny climes or tranquil, pastoral-like settings.

On this beautiful weekend in Shelby Michigan, life truly imitates art.  Nothing was even remotely out of place on this picture-perfect Saturday-Sunday event for us.

Both days, the weather was right on point.  The grounds were impeccable, and the crowds were massive.  The vendors were poised and ready to show off their wares, just as the people began pouring in to the Shelby Art Fair, twenty eighteen.

Of all the scheduled shows we have on any years’ calendar, this is always one that we look forward to.  Easy arrival, set-up and staging.  We open for an amazing band who follows us, and never disappoints.  (The Rick Lieder Band).  Everything that could go right, did this weekend as we played two shows to start off each days’ festivities with the eclectic tone we feel was needed.

Eclectic, because this type of setting is just perfect for the kind of music that is a wee bit off the beaten path.  We don’t need to do the Margaritaville’s, the Brown Eye’d Girls or the Friends In the Low Places to please this crowd.

You know what, we might never play, My Girl again.  Hmmmm….

Carl and I can take a step back and play some songs that might need a little more listening.  Some songs are true gems that get lost in all the hype of commercial radio airplay.  We had several opportunities on Saturday and Sunday to slip in more than a few of our favorites gems.  

Here Comes Tomorrow, Where Do The children Play?, Big Iron, and even the seldom heard, Ain’t no Sunshine When She’s gone, reverberated over and through the Shelby oaks, bringing smiles and salutations from all who listened.

There are certain songs that hold deep meanings with people, and every once in a while, we get the chance to perform them.  All we need is the people to be to here to listen.

One kind lady approached the band shell and asked us if we could please play Wagon Wheel for her, telling us that it had a very special meaning.  The smile she wore as we gratefully played it for her meant more to us than many many requests we get at other shows.

Actually, that is the reason we still perform music.  For that lady, and all those like her that hold music dear.  For them, each song holds a special treasure to be enjoyed.

Everyone comes to this art fair for different reasons.  Some for the artwork, or the crafts.  Some to hear the music, to take part in a community event, or even to listen to live music.
So much going on, so much to see and do.

And taste!

We love the ice creme truck, the delicious pulled pork sandwiches, and especially the kettle corn.  Yum!

Everything on hand seems to meld as well.  The food compliments the music, and visa-versa.  The natural setting compliments the artwork and handcrafted items.  Everything simply works.

Musically we do all that we can to try and play many different genresl.  We play country and pop and folk and even Irish music.

Something for everyone, is our motto.

Every show we play rockets past at this fair.  Before we even realize it, we have time for maybe one song.  The only problem is that we have so many songs left over that never got played.

While there are certainly many thanks to around, to all the wonderful people that make this huge event work, we need to thank the main sponsor.

This year the band shell was sponsored by Genisys Credit Union who’s generous endowment made it possible for all the art lovers to hear some wonderful music while they strolled through the park.  We humbly thank them and hope that they allow us to return next year for more.

I can’t imagine why anyone wouldn’t want to stop by and sit a little during this special weekend.  The setting is so very perfect that it truly beckons you to, sit down and cast off all  your troubles and cares.

This pastoral scene comes to like once a year, right around the corner from all of your troubles and woes.

For at least one weekend a year, the artwork that we hold so dear comes to life and lets us paint its’ canvas.

Rb

Every once in a while, we are asked to entertain at a private party or event.  While most of them are pure joy, from time to time we play one that will be remembered for the rest of our days.

On Saturday, we had one of those parties, and we are still smiling, just thinking about it.

While the setting was picture perfect, (the weather was wonderful and the guests were friendly and fun), what made this event were the host and hostess.

Scott and Carrie were as wonderful and gracious as any amazing hosts we have ever worked for.  While planning their latest family reunion, they thought that they would include us to entertain their treasured guests.  We were so very glad that they did.

The two of them had heard us up at Bumper’s Landing, some time ago, and thought that we would be a great fit at their party.  They were so right.

Arriving early, (as we like), we were amazed at the beauty and warmness of their new home on the lake.  If you were a boater, or a lake person for that matter, you would have a very hard time finding any flaw in this picturesque setting.

We quickly noticed that our hosts left no detail to chance as they attended to our every need right from the moment we pulled in.

While some houses are beautiful, some statuesque, and some are well lived in, when you find the rare house that is all of that and more, it really grabs your attention.

Gustes were enjoying each and every facet of the deck, the yard, the spacious garage/bar or even the lake.  Kids and adults were equally entertained; and we hadn’t even played a note yet!

Since many of the guests and family were from out of town, they told us about their tradition of gathering to get a family photo, every two years or so.  It was a perfect way to capture the memory for the younger ones to have some day.

We were all set up and ready to go as the guests settled in to dine on the sumptuous eats from legendary, Slows restaurant.

After a while, we were ready to seize the night for ourselves.

We began easy enough with the usual boat music destined to evoke pleasurable thoughts of ocean and island; every song painting haunting images of relaxation and retreat from the everyday world.

Guests listened while they ate, smiling and clapping.  When dinner was over, many of the people took some time to see the house, congregate by the bar, fire or lake, listening as they mingled.

We played several songs that were requested by the group under the tent, and sent as many to the others who were perched lakeside to listen.

Just as the sun faded on the lake, the lights came on under the big tent.  Carl and knew that it was time to crank up the party to a respectable level the guests would never forget.  Somehow even the kids got involved with all the musical fun.

They Limbo‘d, they listened and they even did the Achey-breaky.  When we launched into Disney’s Under The Sea, from The Little Mermaid, those kids, (and some of the adults), nearly lost their minds!

It was so much fun, we never wanted to stop.

Pretty soon, we did have to stop, though.  The Java-Java, (Espresso bar on wheels) had arrived, and all that was left to do were a couple ceremonial shots with the hosts to stamp this perfect evening into our hearts and souls forever.

What a night!  Nothing I could write about could have made that night better.

Carl and I cannot thank Carrie and Scott enough for the wonderful treatment that we received at their amazing party.

We truly are grateful and hope to see them again in the months to come.

This gig was one of the good ones!

Rb

   

 

 

Why shouldn’t life be like a parade.

Think about that for a moment . . .

We witness the parade of so many things.

If we step back and look, we see so many things that parade before us.  Each sunrise.  each sunset. The days.  The years.  People, trends, ideas and actions.  They all parade past us on our crazy journey through life.

Everyone loves a parade.  And, if they don’t love it, they sure as heck would stop to watch it for a moment or two.

Nothing is more American than a parade.  Americans have loved them since they began this country.  We love to show off.  We love to get together as groups, and we certainly love to honor our best and brightest; our heroes and heroines

Saturday night at Bumper’s Landing, the big event was the annual Parade Of Lights on the mighty Clinton River.

At dusk the boats glide past, lighting up the evening, while Carl and I do our best to create a soundtrack to the aquatic phenomenon.

When we arrived much earlier in the day to set up our equipment for the night, it was interesting that there were less people there than on usual Saturdays.  Since the parade was not due to begin for several hours, it appeared that many would wait until later to venture out.

Another contributing factor to the smaller than usual turnout was Kenny Chesney.  He, of course is a huge fan favorite of the boat people.  So given those two factors, it took a little while until the deck was its’ usual packed self.  We could sense early on that the night would begin slow and eventually crescendo into what we have come to expect as the usual/unusual craziness tat is Bumper’s Landing.

Translation: we don’t have a clue what is going to happen next.

Something always does, though, you can always count on that.

Tonight, it was the “Lady with one shoe” dance show.  She and her partner, commandeered the deck as their own private dance studio, completely enthralling everyone that would watch with their visual artistry.  Enthralling everyone, until from the sheer force of her enchanting twisty turny diva-like gyrations, her flip-flop exploded with delight.

At that point, the Bumper’s staff was forced to invoke the time honored mantra: No shoes, no shirt, no service!  Pretty universal acceptable really.  Got to be a heath code thingy of some sort.

Well, the men certainly were not fans of that rule as the young lady was eventually relieved of her entertaining duties for the night.  Damn!

So back to the music.  We stepped up the next set as the deck began to fill for the evenings’ eventual high point.

Now there were many fun people desendinbg on the waterfront, many of them dressed up and ready to take on the glow of the nighttimes’ festivities.

On our break, we were given many requests to play some favorites that we might overlook ourselves.  We talked with lots of people who thanked us for the great music selections as we musically unveiled them.

There were people and pets and bachelorettes a-plenty.  Now, it was getting packed as evening fell and the mood grew expectant.

Though the parade seemed shorter this year, the lights did not disappoint.  There were many oohs and ahhhs as the water-crafts meandered past.

We finished strong, giving the dancers all they could handle, right up to the last note fell.

However, the finish-line for this particular night was moved to provide the maximum enjoyment for the patrons and on-lookers.

The powers-that-be at Bumper’s Landing, know how to put on a party, and did everything they could do so that this one would not end just yet.

We got the green light to play until one O’clock!

So, we began our “final” set at ten O’clock, and played until about eleven thirty.  At that time, we were told that we could play until one.  We took a five minute break and launched right into more crowd-pleasing dance music.

One O’clock seemed only moments away as the rest of the night was a mere blur.  Our final song reverberated down the water as another year’s parade faded into memory.

All in all, Carl and I had entertained for more than seven hours.  Long day, long night, but well worth it.  The patrons all seem to genuinely appreciate everything we do to help them have a wonderful evening.

Sometimes we actually see the things we do from the distance it takes to step away and objectively evaluate our hard work..

We do our best.  We prepare.  We execute.  We evaluate.  The days go by, one by one.  The years arrive and then retreat, faster and faster as we age.

We consider ourselves truly blessed to be able to do what we do at our age, when so many of our contemporaries have long since retired.

Each and every sunrise and sunset provide us the time we need to create our eventual legacy.

. . . A parade of lights that will pass us by if we let it.

Rb

 

  

 

 

 

A sleepy Saturday anywhere else would be just that.

Not at Bumper’s Landing.  There is no such thing.

Carl and I get in the van around four O’clock in the afternoon on a Saturday, to begin our musical “experience”.

Up until then, everything is quiet and complaisant.

All of that changes when we arrive at Bumper’s Landing.  That’s where the action is.

Always.

This Saturday was no different, as the summer now is in full bloom.  These boaters are in the groove by now, with their hearts and souls on autopilot.  They just know where the good times are, and steer right in that general direction.

Seems to me that Bumper’s is almost like Put-In Bay, North.  It’s crazy now.  We just hold on and hope to get through each night.  Kinda’ like gently guiding your canoe through the rapids as it careens towards the falls.

Like that.

So, our first set begins, and a young lady approaches from the east to play Tamborine.  She announced herself as Meghan, and decided to join our group for a while as apparently we needed a professional Tamborine player/dancer/singer/keyboard player.

She was right, of course.  We did.

Meghan was great fun, and certainly got all of the guys’ attention while set entertained with us.

The first sets this summer have really ben epic for us.  They have been long and fun and full of the diversity that is our musical trademark.  We try and play all kinds of music, so that everyone in the crowd feels included.

This afternoon was no different, as we threw in lots of alternatives to the usual musical fare as well.  Songs that might not have been the A side of a single.  You know the hidden gems that both of us love.

There were lots of good comments during our first break about the music that we had selected to begin the night.  It was getting busy and about now we could tell that it was going to be a big night.

During our second set, the Macomb Sheriff Department decided to liven things up even more as apparently a rogue swimmer who thought that it was a great idea to forge the Clinton River and jump onto someone’s boat, couldn’t afford an Uber.  So, they very generously gave him a ride.

We began throwing in some dance tunes as there were a few people brave enough to not care what anyone thought at the time.

That’s always a good feeling, when you have them dancing.

The best is when you have them singing along.  Then you know that you’re really doing your job.

Patrons, staff, dogs . . . everyone seemed to be having a good time.  Funny how fast things can ramp up here.  The Sheriffs returned again to patrol the establishment.

Great people watching, here.  No one can every deny that.

People laughing, singing and having fun.  Waitresses darting here and there.  Dogs wagging and barking, folks dancing and singing.  Great conversations.  Good food and an occasional drunken round-up.

Yup, sounds like your ordinary evening at Bumper’s Landing.

You know what?  How about next week, we throw in a parade of lights.  That should “liven” things up nicely.

See you then.  I don’t think that you’ll need your Nodoz.

Rb