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August 2017

Happiness? . . . . Just Add Water

For us land-lubbers, being by the water is always unsettling experience.  Seriously, you could drown!

For those who boat, it is obviously second nature to be around the water.  Give them a pond, a lake or an ocean, and they have attained blissful peace.

Carl and I have realized that a long time ago.

That being said, to witness the entire experience first-hand is something else.

Boaters are happy all of the time.  I have said that over and over again.  The reason, I believe is that they are simply around water; and that is all that they need.

It can’t be the music.  (Come on, we both know that.)

It could be Bumper’s Landing, the place.

It could be that.

Everyone seems to be happy when we arrive.  Smiles and laughter, dining and drinking.  I guess, what’s not to love?

And so it was on Saturday last, at 6:00 Pm when we played the first song of the night.  Still having some equipment issues that we have as of yet to iron out.

We began tentatively, but soon loosened up full throttle.

Even though it was our first of four or five sets of the night, we didn’t really care to take it slow.  After all, it really doesn’t matter what speed we begin at, the boating crowd usually dictates the course and acceleration of the evening.

Everything was going according to the well laid out plan we have in place since our very first time at Bumper’s: Just show up and hold on!

Yep, that’s our plan.

The crowd gives us lots of input as to what direction they feel comfortable exploring.  The requests were flying, and the gear was co-operating, so things were all good on this evening.

We talked with more new people during our first two breaks.  People that had seen us before, but most who had not.  We received lot’s of great compliments.  That is always nice.  We gathered requests, we discussed music choices, and pretty much just mingled.

Happy people are easy to mingle with.  We want to spread the good cheer that we share of Bumper’s as much as we can.  This place has been very good to us.

Our third set was more dancing and moving music.  We got everyone going by then, and it was apparent that they loved every minute of it.

We even had a guest singer come in and regal the crowd with a couple of his favorites:  The Dock Of The Bay, and For What It’s Worth.  Great job, Dan!

By the last couple of short sets, everyone was ready to quiet things down for the evening.  Still talking, still drinking, but a little less energy made for the right time to “mellow out”.

Perfect for us. We know that putting in those many hours of playing is so rewarding at Bumper’s, since we always get positive feedback throughout our show.

We also know that these people would be happy, no matter what we did.  As long as they have their water, the’ll be fine.

Happiness in life is truly hard to find.  We find it at Bumper’s Landing, every time we arrive!

Rb

  

Berkley Cruise-Fest 2017

Its has been years.

Years, since we witnessed the rumble, the roar and the glory of a Dream Cruise.

It began in August of 1995 to be exact.  That summer, we played our oldies for the best and the brightest at the General Motors Tech Center.

It was an inauspicious beginning to a decade of entertaining car aficionados from around the globe, right here in the Motor City.

Situated in Huntington Woods, along the bustling banks of Woodward Avenue, we played music to all that would listen.

In the summer of 1996, we set up shop in the parking lot near the bank in Huntington woods, while other entertainers occupied the big stage.  We gathered on the side, out of the way; so that we could play between all the other acts.  We were the musical MC’s as it were.

For nearly ten years we were there listening to the purring motors and squealing tires.  It all came to an end when the economy went south, and funding for some cities or townships dried up.

Fast forward to 2017 . . .

We got the call that Berkley needed some entertainment after their CruiseFest.  We were honored to be one of the groups.

So, one day before the actual cruise day, we drove out to beautiful Berkley to pick up where we left off in 2005.

The crowd was amazing.  They were all gathered in anticipation of the big parade that was scheduled to begin at 6:30.

The event was to be an hour, with another band called, Full Throttle taking the stage from the cruises’ end until we were ready to entertain at 9:30.

There was so much to see, so much to do, so much to take in.  Vendors, and people and dogs and people and car enthusiasts, and other people.

All that we needed were some music fans and we would be all set.  Fortunately, the music fans were right there awaiting the show at the conclusion of the big parade.

The parade was the focus, as two original Carroll Shelby Cobras kicked things off in fine fashion.

Car after car rolled past to the extreme delight of both youngsters and oldsters, roadside.  The motors roared their approval from under every well-manicured hood.

It was hard to judge who enjoyed the show more; the kids who had never seen such vehicles before, or the members of the “Greatest generation” that followed each auto with reminiscent delight.

Full Throttle took the stage at 7:30 upon the conclusion of the amazing parade.  Their goal was to bring back even more memories through tight, exciting vocal melodies and intricate “do-wop” harmonies.

They succeeded in a big way!

The crowd was clapping and shouting along, to the infectious rhythms and vocal stylings.

The city of Berkley was even on hand to televise the happenings around the parade, by streaming things live!

Full Throttle delivered classic after timeless Do-wop classic, all the while dancing, rocking and rolling to the well-choreographed stage show.

They started a bit late, and so their show ran a little bit longer.  Carl and I scrambled to get our gear up and ready, just as we were getting the green light to start from the camera crew.

We started.

Some of our equipment did not.  My bass pedals were all set up and ready to go when the time came for us to begin.  However, upon attempting to play my first bass note, nothing happened.

And . . . there was really no way to fix it, since we had to breaks or lull to manage it.  Oh well, the life of a Rock Star!

We blasted right through lots of oldies, to the delight of the crowd that stayed out late.  You must realize that it had been a long day, a long week, and was going to be an even longer day on Saturday for most, if not all of these fine folks.

They had been working for a month to put this event on, and, it showed.

Much thanks to everyone involved on this big night.

It was great fun for us.  To return to our roots by the muscle cars again.  Many thanks to the crew that fed us from the Lunch Cafe!

Seems as though everyone was happy on this night.  Hope to be back in Beautiful Berkley to entertain again next year.  For the new models!

Rb

 

           

Art Fair Americana

It started with a simple song.

Our Shelby Art Fair, Sunday experience for 2017.  We began with Jimmy Buffett:

Squalls out on the gulf stream,
Big storms coming soon.
I passed out in my hammock,
God, I slept 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.

Everything for us, on this summer Sunday would start out slow, smooth and easy.  There was simply no chance that we would rush into anything on this day.

Slow, easy and deliberate.

For it was a very long and worthwhile weekend so far, and we weren’t about to do anything to jeopardize it.

We would began quiet, and peaceful, and would go from there.  Deal.

Lots of beautiful sunshine.  Lots of happy faces.  Friends from the previous day.  vendors and well-wishers alike all poked their collective heads out to acknowledge the fact that they were listening.

It began just like that, and soon gathered speed, as you might expect on such a glorious afternoon.  The requests began to manifest themselves, to the point that we had more than our first set could even handle, musically.

We played Buffet, and Morrison and Chesney.  We played Joel and Williams and Darin.  We played country and pop.  Oldies and Island.  It was so much fun that we didn’t even think about taking a break for a very long time.

However, we needed to take a break.  Not from the music, but to gather together people’s requests for the remainder of the show.

It makes folks happy to have us play their favorites at these shows.  We get it.

We even had an older lady approach the stage and make a special point to explain to us that the immoral Glen Campbell had died that week; and that she thought that it would be very appropriate of us to play some of his music . . .

We agreed, wholeheartedly.  Which, is why we had already played three of his timeless classics, and would play another before we finished.

The people were so polite and respectful, that we were even able to ask them what they wanted to hear, one more time.

Feeling very patriotic, entertaining at one of our greatest homespun traditions: the city art fair; we thought that we would finish our two-day show with some Americana of our own.

We began our “old-timey” medley with “America The Beautiful”, to get everyone’s attention.  America morphed into The “Wabash Cannonball” and then, “I Saw The Light!” followed by a bit of, “Swing Low“.

The tempo stalled long enough for Carl and I to urge everyone within earshot to join us in the immortal, “Amazing Grace“, before we ended with “Will The Circle Be Unbroken?

Cheered rang out at our ending, as the crowd erupted with the last chorus in the books.  It was time to clear the stage and make way for Rick, Dayna and Marshall Allen!

Another plus for this event.  Hearing Rick and his band is one of the years’ highlights for us.  They are simply so smooth and enjoyable, that we can never praise them enough.  Just do yourself a favor, and get out to listen.  Oh, that Marshall sings so effortlessly!

We enjoyed our weekend at Shelby this year, more than ever in the past, I believe.  Maybe it was the pace, maybe it was the time in our summer, or maybe it is just one of our favorites, because it fits us so well.

Doesn’t really matter.  Just hope that we return next year to do its all again.

Rb

 

Raft-Off Rock N’ Roll

It was a different Saturday at Bumper’s Landing.

Different for us, since the weather was a little cool, a little slower, and a little more threatening.  With the possibly unstable weather, we had no idea what to expect.

Well, we usually have no idea what to expect at Bumper’s.  It’s really one of the things that we can count on.  To expect the un-expected.

In that regard, we got just what we envisioned.

Looking up, the sky was about to pour down at any moment, or not.  We couldn’t tell.  It was just one of the great things about being a rock star . . .  the unpredictability of Michigan weather near the water.

We set up our equipment as soon as we arrived, and just as predicted, (or not), it began to rain.  Not a lot, just enough to make things even more unsure.

After a few moments, the clouds moved on and we began our first set, which was already gaining momentum from several patrons who had just arrived from the Raft-off out on the lake.

The tempo was quick to begin.  Usually our first set is a little slow and smooth; however this  Saturday was different.  With the people coming off the lake that had been there drinking all day, we thought that it would be the right time to pick up the tempo, and keep the party going.

It worked, as our first set got rave reviews, as we broke and chatted with the happy people dockside.  The second set was a little slower.  We needed to pace ourselves, since we had already played the day before, and once that morning.  We really needed to get through the night.

Additionally, we had another gig scheduled for tomorrow as well.

After the second set, we picked it back up and headed full throttle as tune after tune gave the delighted patrons cause to hit the dance floor.

The wonderful crew from Total Sports arrived and was all smiles as they made themselves at home.  Some of them even commandeered the stage for a group picture or two with the dismayed band.  (Us).

It was all in good fun!

The sun had long set and the crowd began to thin as we finished out the evening in an fun but somewhat mellower tone.

Boaters were still singing along, and the beer was still flowing when we began to take down our gear for the night.

The rafters got there early and fizzled out, as they had been partying all day long.  It was another interesting Saturday at Bumper’s Landing.  As they all are.

That place is never dull.  The only thing in this business that we can really count on, for sure!

Rb

The Art Of Perfect

Perfection.

True perfection is as “one-of-a-kind” as any timeless masterpiece.

Perfection can be unique, and yet it can be as simple as a glorious summer Sunday in Shelby Township.

We experienced perfection last weekend, as we were lucky enough to be asked back to perform at the Shelby Art Fair.

When I say, lucky, I mean just that.  It is truly one of our most favorite shows that we play, year in or out.

The setting is truly picturesque.  The people are warm and friendly.  The vendors are cordial and accommodating.  They listen, they thank us, and occasionally, even offer us some small bribes!

Perfection!

The weather Saturday was wonderful, even though it threatened rain as the day unfolded.

We took the big stage when we arrived Saturday morning at nine.  As the sleepy little fair began to rub its’ eyes and awake, we placed our gear carefully on the stage at just the right angle for optimum sound coverage.

In the past, carl and I have used our acoustic gear to perform at this fair, however, this year, we would use all of our equipment.  Drums, bass and electric guitars.  The risk of being too loud and obtrusive was one that we were willing to take.  In the end, the choice was . . .  perfect!

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Bob and Carl at the Shelby Art Fair 2017

We thought that it would best, to show everyone our versatility.  I think that we made the right choice, since we received several wonderful comments after just playing one set.

Here is Carl and I playing music in the background, on Facebook Live!

Click on the picture at right.

Our first set was an eclectic blend of many musical genres.  Country, oldies, pop and Island music.  Lately our fans haven’t been able to get enough of Buffett, so to speak.

One thing that never changes about the Shelby Art Fair, is the feeling that we can do more listening music, than just banging away at our oldie collection.  They are here to listen and drink in the words as well as the music.

Nothing could be better.

Since we were only performing for a short, two-hour show, we only broke for about five minutes before jumping right back into the fray.

The break however, did give us a chance to chat with some very happy onlookers.  We talked with vendors and art fair staff alike.  All of them pleased with what they heard.

Before we knew it, the next band had arrived and it was time for us to tear down and load it for the next gig at Bumper’s Landing, in a few hours.

We enjoyed our first of two days at the fair.  We settled in and still left with many, many songs still left to be sung next time.

Saturday was perfect.  How could we ever top it?

(Little did we know that it would happen much sooner than I ever thought possible.)

Rb

Parade Of Sights

Sitting in the van, as we prepared for our Saturday evening show at Bumper’s Landing, we had absolutely no clue as to what was in store for us.

So, it was about like always.

All day, all weekend to that point, the weather was cool and windy and anything but inviting.

All of that would change.

Around five O’clock, as we began to set up our gear, the sun peeped out, the wind died, and the tables began filling up with the weekend warriors that have begun to populate Bumper’s Landing on a regular basis.

We didn’t expect the break in the weather, but welcomed it with open arms.  Drinking in all of the sights and sounds before our first set, it was apparent that this night was going to be even more special than usual.

Apparently the “Parade of lights” was scheduled to happen later that evening, to the joy of all boaters and on-lookers alike.

Also, there was a bachelorette party arriving by boat, as well as a huge crowd in the area to watch all the sights.  It wasn’t going to be another sleepy little evening at Bumper’s.

Just kidding; it never is!

With the huge crowd, and the scheduled festivities, Carl and I were asked to entertain for  another hour; right until midnight!

The first set was great fun, with people settling in to enjoy every aspect of the venue, inside and out.  The dock was full with every table overflowing, even at that early juncture.

Playing our signature “Island” music, gave us a chance to get our feet under us, as the evening started in an relaxed fashion.

The first set was long but rewarding.

During our first break, there were many happy customers who noted how much they enjoyed the the style of music we played; as it reminded them of being on vacation in the Bahamas.  We take great joy in hearing patrons echo those exact remarks, week in and week out.

Perfect; that’s just what we were going for!

People began to pour in by the middle of the second set.

Additionally the bachelorette party arrived, and everything got cranked up another to notch!  All great girls, and none of them out of control.  This is how to do a girls-night-out party; they were all having fun, but no one got crazy or out of hand.

Speaking of out of hand, wow, we had never seen it that busy at Bumper’s before; and it has been busy!

As the evening turning to night, the dancers packed the dance area, and even the moon came out to join the party.  The boats were cruising by, the venue was packed and getting even more busy.  Cars were triple parked everywhere, the street was jammed and the deck was overflowing onto the boats.

I heard that you could sell a table for twenty dollars to those waiting!

I have no idea how the incredible staff at Bumper’s kept up with this mass of humanity, but they certainly did.  I heard no complaints from anyone at all.

Great job!!!

Since there were so many people, Carl and I had to turn up the music, just to hear ourselves.  With the louder decibels, came an uptick in tempo and tunes.  We played song after song without even stopping to catch our breath.  It was a bit of unorganized chaos.

Island music turned to oldies and then to good old rock and roll, as the boats began illuminating the water.  After three of four groovy dance tunes, we had to slow it down with a seldom heard rendition of the legendary Lenard Cohen song: “Hallelujah”.

It was the calm before the storm, as the last set to twelve contained even more dance and listening favorites.

There was a little bit for everyone sprinkled in this set: Garth Brooks, Kid Rock and Billy Joel.  The crowd was singing, the crowd was dancing and oohing and ahhhing at the passing boats who blasted their music back in salute.

Tearing down our gear and packing it away for another gig, while in the dark, gave us a moment to recover.  It was an amazing night for everyone.

So many people.  So many happy souls, coming together by the water.  What a glorious summer, so far.  We have been through so much.  We have seen so many amazing sights.

And, so much more to come!

Rb

 

 

BOB AND CARL