Best rock band in Kitchener, best sunsets in the world. Enjoy.
Always happy to showcase tunes for Max the Axe, local heavy metal hero and legend!
Here’s another video of cottage memories to help keep us warm during the winter. A little dark, a little stormy, but a lovely if short fall weekend. Headphones recommended. I didn’t take a lot of pictures this time, so only a short song was necessary – “Blood Runs Red” from Million Dollar Threats.
GETTING MORE TALE #859: Big Water
When I was really small, just a toddler, I can remember having a couple names for this place: “Big Water” and “Lake Water Stones”. 48 years ago was my first summer at Lake Water Stones, better known as Lake Huron. Lorne Beach is the exact location. These patches of land have been in my family for many decades. The original cottage that Grampa Winter owned is still there, now occupied by Dr. Kathryn. A lot has changed but not our family’s long roots in that dark sandy soil.
There were several times in my younger years when I didn’t want to be there. In those foolish years I’d rather be here near the telephone line and creature comforts. I can remember in the mid 80s at the cottage, my dad had to drive into town to make a phone call. I had to tape all my precious wrestling matches at home and pray that they recorded.
Perspective changes and so does technology. Now there’s no place I’d rather be than Lake Water Stones.
2018 changed everything for us. That was the year Jen’s mom died. Almost like the year without a summer. We spent the whole season in hospital rooms and corridors, and hotels in Toronto. After she passed we spent the whole fall cleaning out her house. When we finally got back to the lake in spring 2019, we had learned to cherish and savour it more.
As if we needed a reminder how uncertain life can be, 2020 gave us a whole new perspective. “Essential travel only.” No road trips to cottage country. They were wary of outsiders stealing their toilet paper, or spreading disease from the city. As time wore on, we questioned whether we would be able to go at all.
I kept a positive attitude and I made the most of our time stuck at home. I took advantage of my little patio, listening to tunes out there and doing several live streams in the fresh air. Better than nothing. A small patch of outdoors sure beats staying in all the time. A little bit of blowing wind feels good on the skin.
Ontario was still on shaky ground and not yet in Phase 2 of re-opening when Jen and I finally returned to the lake at the end of May. We missed the long weekend, usually a reliable starting point for a happy summer. Instead we had a cold, dark weekend highlighted by the ominous “Premises Closed” signs posted at the beach entrance points.
I remember walking into the cottage and taking a breath of the woody smelling air. You don’t notice it after 10 minutes, but it’s so strong at first sniff. We were having a quiet weekend, no stops in town and we didn’t even tell anyone besides family that we were going. Only when I tested the internet connection with a live stream was it obvious where we were. Non-essential travel was frowned upon but I looked at this trip as essential to the mental health of two people who were quarantining pretty strictly.
Phase 2 began in early June and at that point we tried to make it up every other weekend, working around my parents’ schedule. We wanted to maintain some distancing. I had some goals I wanted to accomplish this summer. Tossing out the planned accomplishments for Summer 2020, the new goals were attainable in an altered season.
- I wanted to live stream outdoors from the lake — and we did this many times.
- I wanted to eat steak every weekend we were there — and we did.
- Swim as much as weather permitted — we did.
- Mental health being the theme of 2020, I wanted to have a virtual counselling appointment from the porch. I did two. The setting was incredible.
- Create as much photo and video content as I could to remember the place by in the winter. Mission accomplished.
Setting realistic goals helped me make the most of this summer. I feel more prepared for the fall. And I’m really looking forward to 2021, when I might be able to add some more goals to the list. (Still hoping to cook a wagyu steak on my own grill.)
Here’s gratitude for a great 2020 season regardless of the obstacles. Hoping for better next year.
Self explanatory. Music by MAX THE AXE: “Livin’ the Country” and “More” from Overload.
Instead of a Sunday Chuckle, I give you something better: this video (which has a couple chuckles in it) and three Max the Axe songs: “River Grand”, “Overload” and “Gods on the Radio”.
The video above is just a summation of our awesome weekend. Look for a cameo by Superdekes from our Live Streamin’ Weekend. I hope you were able to stay cool in this heat as I was! Sometimes people talk about the Top Ten Swims they’ve ever had in their lives. I may have had two of the top ten this weekend. You be the judge!
And thank you to John Snow of 2 Loud 2 Old Music for the birthday gift below. I promise I will review it soon!
Also a special Happy Birthday to my Grandma Dolly who turns 96 today!
A sequel to #774.5: Seasons Ends. Buckle up, it’s a busy one!
GETTING MORE TALE #785: Seasons End (Oh Deer)
+ BONUS Nutshell Review: El Camino – A Breaking Bad Movie
+ BONUS Star Wars – The Black Series 6″ figures “Abandoned” Video Reviews
“Be careful of the deer problem,” said my dad when I phoned him from Lucknow, about 20 or 30 minutes away from the cottage.
“Don’t worry, I’ll drive safe,” I reassured him in that voice that hardly reassured him.
“You know about the deer problem?” he asked to confirm.
No, but now I did. Funny thing; I’d been driving up to the lake by myself for over 20 years and never came close to hitting a deer. There are warning signs along all the major roads, some with flashing yellow lights. Turns out Thanksgiving 2019 was my first on-the-road deer sighting.
It got dark quick after Lucknow, and soon it was like pitch. I had been driving slower since the sun went down but it was Jen who saw the deer first. I slowed down carefully until he jumped away unto the brush. The guy behind me wasn’t paying attention and almost rear-ended me.
It’s so strange to review the dashcam footage afterwards. What felt like an eternal moment of tense surprise was really only seven seconds.*
Until that moment, we were wrapped deep in Iron Maiden. I played the first album, with Paul Di’Anno, and the bonus tracks for the full-on experience. This was music I’d been listening to for 35 years and under the weight of all that nostalgia, I immediately began singing along. I remember “Charlotte the Harlot” coming up just as we were detouring past a town called Dorking. I don’t know about you, but I think that’s funny. Once completed, we switched over to Piece of Mind. That’s the Maiden studio album that I have the longest deep relationship with. Every word was dancing on my tongue, even “Revelations”. But then again, I remember having that song memorised back in highschool. My friend Andy and I sang it back to a rap kid named Patrick Barnes who claimed that metal lyrics are just unintelligible noise and nonsense.
All this Maiden reminiscence led to the writing of a new future chapter of Getting More Tale called “Run 2 the Hills”, a direct sequel to Record Store Tales Part 1. Look for that one in the near future.
We had the near miss with the deer after both albums were complete, and I’d started on random tunes from Powerslave. “Rime of the Ancient Mariner” was the song playing when Bambi was spared by some good driving.
Upon arrival, I had get my Netflix fired up to watch El Camino: A Breaking Bad Movie. Nutshell review:
I didn’t think I cared where Jesse Pinkman went at the end of Breaking Bad. Turns out, I cared enough to watch this well-written coda to a great TV series. Aaron Paul rules, equipped with very little dialogue and only his body language. Paul gives us a hard insight to the PTSD-infested survivor Pinkman. Every cameo you desire is in store via relevant flashbacks, fleshing out the original series a little bit. After a while, you, like Pinkman, are disoriented and can’t remember if you’re watching past or present.
It was a little freaky when I finished the film, went on Twitter, and saw Bryan Cranston announced that Robert Forster had died, just after I watched his final film.
In the morning I wrote up the rough draft of my new Maiden chapter while it was all fresh in my head, but I otherwise accomplished very little, creatively speaking.
I tried, I really did try. When mom & dad stepped out of the house for a few minutes I thought I could squeeze in time for a Star Wars Black Series video review. You’ll see what happened. Something like this occurred any time I attempted to make a video. So what you see is what you get; I gave up!
For entertainment use only. Back off, fanboys!
Instead of using my creative juices for this one final weekend of the lake this season, I decided to pour it into cooking instead. I picked up three beautiful steaks and a pound of lobster tail. I made some garlic butter, clarified it, and put the tail on the grill. Everything was phenomenal. I felt like we ended the season right with these meals.
There was the traditional turkey dinner the following night too, stuffed with goodness, but I feel the lobster tail and the steaks really put a cap on the season.
The drive home was enabled by Twisted Sister’s Live at the Marquee and The Razors Edge by AC/DC. I don’t know how often I’ve played The Razors Edge in the car since it came out before I could drive. Could this have been the first time? I liked it better in the car than I do sitting at home. As for Twisted Sister, Live at the Marquee is by far their greatest live product. The raw heavy stage purity can’t be touched.
And now we are home, preparing for the arrival of winter routines and monotony. Hibernation begins. But spring will return again, and with it, so will the roadtrips, the steaks, and the sun.
Stay warm, my friends!
* It was just a young deer When you start having more frequent animal sightings in cottage country like this, it means they are being displaced from somewhere else. There has been a lot of building and development this year.
Music by Max the Axe.
“Overload” from the CD Overload (2008)
It’s Canada Day up Canada way. I hope you had a safe and happy one. Here’s what I did on my Canada Day vacation.
GETTING MORE TALE #587: Jean’s Stormy Weekend Vinyl Tales
Another long weekend in Ontario has come and gone. Yes, international friends, the first weekend of August is a long weekend for we Ontarians. Despite a stormy start, it was just a lovely time.
Every holiday weekend needs its weekend music (unless your name is “1537” or some similar number). The car trip commenced with the finish of a double live album called Black Masquerade by Ritchie Blackmore’s Rainbow. This 1995 concert features Doogie White on lead vocals. We enjoyed it as a contrast to the newer Live in Birmingham 2016 with Ronnie Romero singing, which had been in the car during the week. On the whole, I think I prefer Romero to White in Rainbow, but that’s not an easy choice to make. Both are very talented and charismatic frontmen, but with very different voices.
When Black Masquerade came to its natural closing point with “Smoke on the Water”, I switched the deck over to the new Styx. Don’t be surprised if you see the new Styx album The Mission on many 2017 year-end lists. It’s been a favourite of mine the past few weeks, and Mrs. LeBrain was very impressed herself. “And this is their new album?” she asked, since it sounds straight out of the 1970s at times.
We got to the cottage Friday night. A storm was blowing through. It was too cold for funnel clouds to form, but as you will see in the video I put together, it was gale force weather. And then the next day? Completely calm.
Brand new video!
For weekend entertainment, I brought with me some of the Marvel Cinematic Universe movies. Thanks to Mr. BuriedOnMars, who has been reviewing the MCU films in order, I have been re-watching the early ones again. This weekend I chose Iron Man 3 and The Avengers, because neither are on (Canadian) Netflix at the moment. Both were enjoyable entertainment, but Iron Man 3 is just too gosh darn long and weakly plotted. And of course there was more music to be heard. Some friends down the road were partying to George Jones. It reminded me of the old days when my Grandpa would have done the same but maybe with Kenny Rogers instead.
Mom and dad provided the meat for the weekend, and I did the cooking. Jen did up her potatoes and I took care of the steaks. On the holiday Monday, we hooked up with old buddy Peter and his sister Jo. Regular readers may recall some of my adventures with Peter, particularly Getting More Tale #559: Hotel Hobbies. It was fantastic catching up with the two of them at the newly renovated Jean’s for breakfast. Jean’s is bigger and just as busy. It’s one of those reliable breakfast places that we have been going for years. Still reliable!
Peter told me something at breakfast that did surprise me. I noticed that the old Record Store in which I worked was now buying used vinyl again. In the past, only Tom‘s store stocked used vinyl but times they-are-a-changin’. Sadly Peter’s dad passed away late last year. He had some old vinyl. Not a lot, just about 20 records or so. Pete’s dad would have had old German music, nothing of any particular monetary value. Peter decided to give my old store a call to see if they’d take them off his hands. What he was told was so strange: He’d have to send them into the head office, and they’d take a look and get back to him within one month.
One month? Peter took the old records to Value Village and dumped them there.
I don’t know what the story is with the one month thing. Maybe they realized the records weren’t their thing and were trying to brush him off? Seems a bizarre answer.
I’m sure if Peter’s dad somehow had any rare German Scorpions records, he would have let me know, as unlikely as that is!
Great to see old friends again. After breakfast the weather was starting to turn rotten, so we made our way home. And what a musical ride it was! All of Deep Purple’s Purpendicular album. All of Rush’s Moving Pictures. Side one of the next album, Signals. It was a smorgasbord of so called “smart-guy rock”!
Hopefully we’ll make it up a couple more times before the summer is over. There are still quite a few new albums here at LeBrain HQ that need road trip testing. Styx’s The Mission passed the road trip test, securing a big point in this year’s Best Album stakes. To be continued….
WARNING: These videos contain 0% Rock. However the water was nice and choppy this past weekend. In addition, I saw a cute family of ducks surfing near their nest!
Enjoy the videos below.