Another velvet smooth morning on the BIG Lake. The crazy show went on in the ten o’clock hour after a BIG Dinner of stuffed haddock plates, rib eyes and yes, even caesar salad… they were out of that and beef medallions but Liz Munster still had romaine lettuce, vinaigrette and beef tips (close to medallions). I think there’s a cormorant on the floating dock, the closest one, on the corner, the rest are ducks, that are sunning there. Yesterday, the wind blew in from the left, which I reckon is North. Tiny mosquitoes are visiting no-doze, a lot of loud lady-voices pierce the otherwise pristine morning air. Birch trees, with their green leaves in the sunshine, all the time. We really got soaked on Kineo and they really kicked the ass of bluegrass all the way back to the Mountains of Western North Carolina. We had surprise X-Factor Guests, Rich on Drums, Arthur on a Paul McCartney Bass (from the early Beatles’ days), Bobby Watson on the Sax (no doubt), Peter Re on the Keyboards, and Christina, Abbott’s second or third Wife, the only Lady on stage, also on Keyboards, and Jason Krekel rockin’-the-Fuck-out on Guitar and Fiddle-playing and singing all the songs. I even got to sing on some that We had rehearsed. There’s the recap if You missed it or had forgotten. This is the fifth installment of the Sweet Spot of Summer…
In the cool on the porch of Cabin Five, looking out into the wonder. Across the Lake a pine-clad monolith sleeps, or a resting ancient Whale, stuck here since the Seas receded. I can think of worse places to be stuck… except maybe in mid-Winter. I don’t see how there’s enough wood in Maine to keep all of these Folks warm. King told Us that they turn everything way down low in the B & B. When You come to Maine, You’ve got to do it right, don’t go straight to Moosehead Lake, take it slow and steady as she goes. The Nautical is infused in these deep Woods.
On Saturday morning I swam in Moosehead Lake, at the little beach of the Birches, finally, right before the hour of high Noon. I jumped off the floating dock, too. Krekel went in first and inspired me to, as well. I had been collecting the rocks on the shore, which is an infectious pursuit, and by doing so, I was also collecting warming light energy from Our closest Star, the Sun! Once I built up enough warmth to go in the water, I did, slowly at first, wading out to my mid-section, then diving into the cool, clear water, filled with sparkles both above and below the fishy surface layer. When We went to check-out at the Main desk, a Fellow with red hair and beard, and wind-blown like the rock-face of Mount Kineo itself, said to Me “Hey good job last Night!” and before I could even say “Thank You!” a Lady behind the counter, who I’d never even seen before added: “Yeah… pourin’ Bee-ahs down His throat!” and I hadn’t had a single beer that whole night. I think I had a sparkling water.
This was the day of Our Gig in Hallowell, Maine, back to the Spiritual Captial, again. To the Easy Street Lounge, where it’s “a Hare Bit More Colorful than the rest” (to say the least) but before that, We had to get back to Maranacook Lake, to Bobby Watson’s Camp. Bobby invited Jason and I to eat Lobsters that afternoon and We were gonna get to eat two each, plus (You guessed it) corn-on-the-cobb!
“no Chicken Lobsters!”
Moosehead Lake on a Saturday Morning.
The drive back down was lovely, We took a right once We crossed the Moose River, near Liz Muntser’s Headquarters, and headed toward Jackman. We weren’t going all the way to Jackman, though, there was a short cut, another Logging road, but much shorter than the one We took on Thursday. Just a drop-down to 201, with Krekel navigating by reading the Map that We got from King on Wednesday.
the cut-off to 201.
the pARTy Barge.
Oh, Thank Gravy! We made it back to Maranacook and a quick dip We took in the lake by where the pARTy Barge is parked, then to Lobster eating We embarked. Bobby Watson, Tina, Don, Lindon, Darlene and Andy were there with their Lobster Bibs on. We were “shuckin’ those Lobster Bugs!” according to Lindon, who lives nearby in the Summers. We also had the Steamers, which are Clams. After the Lobsters and Clams and more Corn, Krekel and I took the winding country road around between the Lakes and over a big hill down towards the Kennebec River. At the bottom there, next to the little alley-way, which runs between the shrubberies by the River, is the downstairs entrance to the Easy Street Lounge. Giant flowers as big as Your face are popping out in every color from the trellis that protects the back porch below the decks of apartments stacked haphazardly above for several stories.
Easy Street Lounge.
Jason Krekel and His ALL-Star Band!
the Easy Street Lounge is “a Hare Bit More Colorful”, all right. It may well be the most color-full spot in a very color-full Town. Hallowell is perhaps the cherry on top of the BIG pile of whipped cream that is the State of Maine. Inside, the World’s largest collection of Paint-by-Numbers Art hangs on the walls, along with other odd items, including the entire collection of Blue Bunny paraphernalia left to Our host Bruce Mayo by Abbott Vaughn Meader. Bruce is also a painter, himself, and many of His own works also adorn the walls, the halls and the bathrooms. A cozy spot, even when the snow is piled high and the river is frozen over out back. We were lucky enough to get a gig there last Summer and even luckier this year, as the only date available in ALL of August was this very night, August 9th, 2014.
Mister Spock by Bruce Mayo.
Moonrise over the Kennebec.
Jason Krekel and Bobby Watson performing at the East Street Lounge.
It was a blast to be a part of this Creativity Outfit, representing the Entire East Coast. I continued to work on my painting of two Elephants and some super-natural activity, outtakes from the OUR Fest Artwork. We got to see a tons of Old Friends at the Show, Scotty Perrow joined the Fellows on the Drumkit, He first appeared with a Bongo and later was heckling Us when I sang one of Abbott Vaughn Meader’s Songs.
and other implements of Cosmic Significance.