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#1144: “In The Summertime” (2020 Hindsight)

RECORD STORE TALES #1144: “In The Summertime” (2020 Hindsight)

Remember the summer of 2020?  It seems so far away now.  It was the “summer that wasn’t” for a lot of people who were quarantined at home during the first major pandemic in 100 years.  I knew I would have a lot more perspective on it eventually.  Hindsight is, as they say…20/20.

After that harsh winter (got severely sick twice, and don’t know if it was Covid at any time because tests didn’t exist yet), I needed a break.  Then Premiere Doug Ford closed the beaches.

It wasn’t just the big city Toronto beaches that closed, but even our little private beach.  It made little sense to us.  Weren’t we safer outside?  Even travel to the cottage was prohibited in 2020.  Only “essential travel” was permitted.  The idea was not to stress out-of-the-way hospitals, and prevent the spread of the disease.  We all know how well that worked!  At least I didn’t get Covid for three years (that I know of).  This was the reason beaches were closed:  to discourage travel.

 

Since we own property in cottage country, my parents used that as a reason to travel.  Property must be inspected and cared for, especially after a winter like that.  I used mental health as my reason.  My wife and I needed the cottage or we’d have snapped here in our tiny little apartment.  By the end of May, we finally made our first trip back up to Lake Huron.  Nobody reported us, nobody judged.

We own a piece of property that is beachfront.  There was no way we weren’t going down there.  It was a cold May.  There was nobody around.

We cherished every second we had at that cottage, even though we were alone and social distancing from any neighbour we ran into.  That actually suited me fine.  As a classic introvert, I really thrived during social distancing.  Not shaking hands, not seeing people in person…sometimes, it felt like my own personal utopia!

Beaches started to open up in the spring, and with this came the onslaught of “Sooners“.

People weren’t going on holidays.  Most of them were stuck at home.  Instead of going away on a holiday, they instead made day trips to beaches like ours.  My dad called them “Sooners”.  Sooner:  “a person settling on land in the early West before its official opening to settlement in order to gain the prior claim allowed by law to the first settler after official opening.”  That’s what my dad dubbed the annoying beach-goers that crowded our little area in 2020 and 2021.  There was “Man-Bun” and his two girlfriends, and a family of umpteen kids whose mom let them run around naked.  Those were the memorable ones.

I’m going to take you on a slight detour here.  Another thing that happened in 2020 was the temporary halting of many of our favourite TV shows and movies.  YouTube began to seriously thrive.  This is when my friend Uncle Meat introduced me to many new channels I had never heard of before.  I began consuming the work of Todd in the Shadows by binge.  One of his main features is a series called “One Hit Wonderland”.  One of the tracks he covered in that series was “In The Summertime” by Mungo Jerry.  It was a deep dive on what made the song a hit, and why Mungo Jerry never followed it with anything as iconic.  I became obsessed with the song that summer.

My dad believes in asserting your territory, especially where Sooners are concerned.  For him that meant sitting down on our beach chairs, ensuring nobody used them.  For me, that meant singing out loud like we owned the place.  There was more to it than just that though.  I was genuinely just happy to have a beach to go to, and my childhood beach at that!  So I sang, and I felt every single note in my heart as I reached up to touch the sun.

In the summertime, when the weather is high,You can stretch right up and touch the sky!

Jen joined in.

When the weather’s fine,You got women, you got women on your mind,Have a drink, have a drive,Go out and see what you can find.

Wait a minute…did he just sing “have a drink, have a drive?”  1970 was a different time for sure.  Still, it sang well as we raised our voices in song.  Nobody turned to stare.  Everyone (and there were a lot of people!) stuck to their own groups.

Ahh, social distancing.  Gotta love it.

The one and only flaw with our perfect afternoons of singing?  I only had one verse of “In the Summertime” memorized.  It got repeated over and over.  Nobody noticed.

Now that things have returned to something resembling normal, the Sooners have gone.  Social distancing is no longer necessary.  I don’t mind.  I still sing “In The Summertime” when I hit that water.  I still stretch right up so I can touch the sky.  I still think Mungo Jerry wrote a great song.  Its corniness is its charm, but unless you’ve sung that song at the top of your lungs while enjoying a brief respite during a global pandemic, you haven’t experienced “In The Summertime”.

VIDEO: Floating Like! Over the glassy waters of Lorne Beach (Lake Huron)

I finally had the courage to take the drone over the water. The sky was cloudy and the sunset invisible, but the blue-green waters shine brightly in this video. It’s really special and my best drone video to date.

Music: “Floating Like” by the Arkells, from the album Blink Twice.

#1135: The Triumph and the Tragedy – Cottage Weekend June 20-23

“I am inevitable.” – Thanos.  Also my CD shelves.

I couldn’t wait to get my drone in the air when I got to the cottage.  We made it up in good time, all to the soundtrack of the Beaches.  I managed to pick up their first two EPs in Toronto with Aaron the week prior (paying through the teeth).  With very little traffic to deal with, we ran through The Beaches, Heights, and Blame My Ex before arrival.  Then it was time to fly!

We only had two good days for flying, Thursday and Friday.  It started to get rainy on Saturday which made it the proverbial “indoor day“.  Still, we celebrated our three day weekend with great food and excitement.  It was a brilliant weekend for nature sightings.  We spotted plenty of the usual chipmunks and squirrels, but we were treated to a rafter of wild turkeys, who lingered long enough to be filmed.  There was even a curious seagull who swooped in to check out my drone.  We also spotted our unafraid fox, Eric, who strolled directly past us twice without fear or hurry.  I was unable to get my camera out either time, which is a shame.  He was mere feet away.

My Amazon delivery this time was a new landing pad for my drone.  I discovered that landing in the grass was difficult, so the landing pad gives me a flat square anywhere I go.  Amazon showed up during my interview with author Angie Moon on Grab A Stack of Rock, which was funny to me.  Until recently, if you wanted something like that you’d have to wait until you got home to the city.  Now, Amazon can be there next day.  Unbelievable!  For most of my young life there, we didn’t have phones or cable TV.  Now we have wi-fi and Amazon delivering priority parcels in the afternoon.  I cannot say that I mind.  One thing that I used to miss during my teenage cottage weekends was access to my friends and record stores.  Now they’re all there at a touch of a button.

The drone footage was exceptional, and made up the bulk of the video for the trip.  And why not?  It’s my new toy and I love it.  It’s so easy and intuitive to use.   It has given me more options for being creative.  I simply could not wait to get home and start editing my new video.

And that’s when disaster struck.

What happened?  Watch the video….

Music credits:

  1. “You’re All Heart” by The Candidates
  2. “Annie Waits” by Ben Folds
  3. “Cash Money” by The Candidates
  4. “Leave You Now” by Gypsy Jayne
  5. “Blind” by Dr. Kathryn Ladano

 

Lake Huron at 190 feet! Lorne Beach in 4K – Kincardine/Tiverton Ontario – to the tune of “Billy Oxygen” by Helix

I’ve been out of action since Sunday, for reasons that will be shared soon. (The WordPress “community” didn’t even notice that I haven’t posted in four days for the first time since 2018, thanks guys, “community” is dead!)  Disasters and existential crises aside, the morning of Friday June 21 was perfect for flying a drone.  The drone was almost taken out by a seagull (1:20 of the video), all to the space-exploring soundtrack of “Billy Oxygen” by Helix.

While I try to get things back to “normal” here, enjoy the video.  I’ll be working on video editing all weekend.  The cottage video from last weekend will explain what happened.

 

VIDEO: Fox on the Run! May 30 to June 2 2024 at the Cottage

First the first time in the Cottage Video Series, we have:

  • A fox!
  • Rock Daydream Nation!
  • Fireworks in super slow-mo!
  • An Amazon delivery!
  • A war for territory:  Blue Jay vs. Chipmunk!
  • And of course the food and scenery that you expect!

Enjoy!

 

#1124: Aurora Borealis

RECORD STORE TALES #1124: Aurora Borealis

52 years of coming to the cottage, since my very birth, and there are still new things to see.

I used to think I was too far south to ever see the Northern Lights (Aurora Borealis).  Certainly it has never happened before.  However, we are heading into a Solar Maximum, which means a high point in the sun’s 11 year cycle of activity.  The sun’s magnetic field is a twisty turny-thing, and every 11 years, it gets twisted up into an increasingly excited state, and the sun ejects massive eruptions of particles into the surrounding space.  When our Earth eventually collides with the charged particles, they create brilliant shows of light in the sky.  There are both northern and southern borealis, and in northern Canada, people can see the lights easily.  Where I live in the southern tip, we never see the lights!

May 10, around 10:15 PM, the lights came to visit the shores of Lake Huron.

Jen and I headed down to the beach, as the Boston Bruins were getting mauled by the Florida Panthers.  I kept my eyes north, assuming that was where I would see the lights.  Disappointed, I shouted back at Jen, “There’s nothing yet.”

I noticed something as I looked back at her.  The sky was “hazy”,

“Is that it?” I asked Jen as I looked straight up.  There was a cloudy streak across the sky.

Then I looked south and saw the horizon glowing green.  The northern lights were not coming from the north!  They were all around us, in every direction, like a glowing curtain!  It was not at all what I expected to see.

The light show peaked for about 15 minutes, on a very cold night.  The lights shifted and changed, ever so slowly, so that you barely noticed.  You could stare at a band of green until it faded and was suddenly replaced by swirls of red.  The moon was a sharp crescent and it cut a hole through a band of green, as did a handful of bright stars.

Photographs and videos, of course, only tell part of the story, and only insofar as technology can capture.  The real colours and the subtle wispy cloudy bands we saw are lost in photos.

Directly overhead appeared to be the center of it all.  Radiating out from a central point were bands of cloudy white, like a celestial starfish.  Jen and I pondered this and wondered if the solar particles were hitting at that point.

I wish I had been listening to “Purple Rain” at that moment.  It did almost look like purple rain at times.

Jen and I had a moment on the previous night, listening to “Purple Rain” during sunset.  It was an uplifting, somewhat surreal moment to hear Prince soloing and singing over the sight of the glowing sky.  Imagine if we had it playing during the borealis!

The bone-chilling cold of the Kincardine night cut our visit short, but I can now say I’ve seen the Northern Lights.

Bucket list achieved.

 

Grab A Stack of Scenery! April 25-28 2024 at the cottage [VIDEO]

Visual Supplemental to #1123: To Be Alive Again

Things to watch for:

  • Jex playing air guitar
  • A high kick by Mike
  • A couple Jen cameos
  • Some Arkells tunes
  • Jen’s first time driving an RC car

#1120: Coming Soon: Opening Season…

RECORD STORE TALES #1120: Coming Soon: Opening Season…

 

Opening weekend rarely goes as planned!

Soon we will be returning to open up the cottage for another season of sun, sand, swimming, and Grab A Stack of Rock!  We hope this season’s opening day goes without a hitch.  The last two didn’t!  Shall we recap?

2022

 

2022’s trip up was serenaded by John Williams’ soundtrack to Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade.  This was appropriate because we first saw that film in 1989 at the cottage.

It was a lovely opening day.  The drive up (just my dad and I) was uneventful.  Our arrival was marked by peace and quiet.  Sunny, warm, and a perfect morning to spend outdoors.

I never accompanied the family to open the cottage in my Record Store days.  Usually I was working.  If I wasn’t working, I was spending my free time going on dates with girls.  That was pretty much it.  Work and dating.  The cottage wasn’t interesting to me in those days.  It’s a different story today.  Now I spend my whole winter dreaming of opening day.

In 2022, we made good progress and by late morning, I started burning up old scrub and branches that had fallen during the winter.  I gleefully wandered around, scooping armfuls of pine needles and twigs into a roaring fire.

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There was only one issue, and it was one I should have dealt with long before.  My glasses were loose.  I had them adjusted once, and they slowly loosened again over time.  They were prone to falling right off my face if I looked down.  I should have had them fixed long before, and I should have been more careful about what happened next.

I scooped into my arms another pile of pine needles for the fire.  My glasses dropped into my arms as I tossed the flammables into the fire.  My glasses went with them.  They melted in seconds, though I frantically searching the ground in futile hope for several minutes before giving up.

The panic set in shortly thereafter!

I phoned Jen at home to see if she could locate my old pair.  No luck.  I sulked on the couch for a while, dreading the coming days with no glasses.  Then I thought to check my car’s glovebox.

Behold!  An old pair of glasses were still in the glovebox, thank God.  I was able to drive home, and continue to live my life relatively normally.

Dad and I drove to the sounds of Jon Lord, with his Concerto for Group and Orchestra, featuring Bruce Dickinson singing the second movement.  After this, I selected Johnny Cash’s American III: Solitary Man.  My dad could have driven in total silence, though I never could.

2022’s trip was salvaged.  How did 2023 go?

2023

 

April 15, 2023.  My dad and I returned, with Jen in tow.  The music selected this time was Jeff Wayne’s musical version of War of the Worlds.

I had a bad feeling this time.  @MarriedandHeels from California had promised to be my support over winter, as I dealt with seasonal affective disorder (S.A.D.).  She had a “Ragnar” marathon from April 14-16 2023. In the weeks preceding, video and audio messages from her all but dried up, even though I was still creating them daily for her.  She sent a video message from the marathon on the Saturday, but there were a number of red flags.  There was something wrong with the video message she sent, and the two that followed. None of them began with her customary “Hi Mike!”

“Is she sending these video messages to everyone?” I asked myself. Things began falling apart from that point.  My spider senses would not stop tingling, and even though she had promised to show up for the Grab A Stack of Rock shows from the cottage, she didn’t attend or even watch one of them.  Not even one.  This shadow loomed heavy over the season as it began in 2023.

The bad vibes continued as we drove home.  I almost got a speeding ticket, my first in over a decade.  As he was pulling us over, the cop got a call for an urgent accident.  He told me I got lucky, as he returned my license to me and drove off.    I switched up the music, first to Gordon Lightfoot – Complete Greatest Hits.  I had no way to know that Gordon would be gone a mere two weeks later.   I followed Gord with the Goo Goo Dolls – A Boy Named Goo.

Fortunately these bad omens did not impact the incoming cottage season.  2023 was as good as ever.

2024

 

And now, we we plan our return in 2024, we have plenty of new music from Judas Priest, Bruce Dickinson, John Williams, the Arkells, and much more to enjoy at the cottage.  What will the first album be as we drive up again?  We’ll see soon enough!

See #1120.5 for the answer!

 

VIDEO: June 9-11 2023 at the Lake, with the music of Max the Axe

We’ll let the images do the talking!  Our weekend was highlighted by a curious little chipmunk who raided our peanut stash all day long.  We saw skunks, rabbits, and ducks…and I got ’em all on camera.  Enjoy the music of Max the Axe – Live @ the Farm!