"One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture
and, if possible, speak a few reasonable words." ~Goethe

~ also, if possible, to dwell in "a house where all's accustomed, ceremonious." ~Yeats

Wednesday, July 28, 2021

Going to the Lake

LAKE LAS VEGAS
ACCUSTOMED, CEREMONIOUS
Dinghy to the Rescue
Miss the boat? We meant to do that!

What happened? Looks like someone got the time wrong for boarding the dinner cruise! Gerry should not have listened to me. Oops, too late! Luckily, a kindly stranger has come to our rescue and is ferrying us out to the recently departed lake cruise so that we catch up with our friends and relatives. My Cousin Brent couldn't resist the photo op, and I couldn't stop laughing.

It was the perfect occasion for one of my favorite summer songs, these lyrics especially:
"Going to the lake . . .
me n' my mistakes,
yeah but that's okay . . .
going to the lake . . . "

Thanks to Andrew Robert Palmer for this upbeat sing - along - in - the car, sing - along - in - the - boat sort of song. It brings on an endless summer Beach Boys sense of nostalgia, except it's not the ocean -- it's the lake, which is definitely a better fit for some of us!

Beyond the narrator's carefree charm and good cheer, the lyrics include a thoughtful message of optimism in the face of change and transition. Even more existential is the takeaway of self - forgiveness. Hey, my mistakes are a part of me; they've made me who I am; they're going with me to the lake. Yeah, but that's okay, right?

Lake Las Vegas

To the Lake!

Going to the lake
going to the lake
going to the lake
going to the lake
going to the lake
going to the lake
no matter what you say
you might just need a break

Going through a change
going through a change
going through a change
going through a change
seems like I'm always
going through a change
and I ain't actin' strange
there's not a lot to say

Woo-ooo uh-huh
[a few times]

End of the day
man the sky is grey
jump on the highway
me n' my mistakes
yeah but that's ok
in fact I'm feeling great

Going to the lake
going thru a phase
and I just can't wait
going thru a change
and I'm on my way
me n' my mistakes
speeding by landscapes
flowers on the hill about I-88


Music & lyrics by Andrew Robert Palmer
from the album Andrew Robert Palmer, released May 1, 2019
posted with author's permission
all rights reserved
Note from Andrew: "Sometimes you just need a break from it all, but you are way way far away from the lake coming home from work and the weather sucks; so, you just sit in traffic and write a little tune in your head."
From the same album:
"American Souls" ~ featured previously on this blog.
See / listen to more ARP albums: Parlour Punk & Big Whoop

When it comes to summer nostalgia, no mention of any visit to any lake is complete without E.B. White's trip down memory lane:

"Summertime, oh summertime, pattern of life indelible, the fade proof lake, the woods unshatterable, the pasture with the sweet fern and the juniper forever and ever, summer without end; this was the background, and the life along the shore was the design, the cottages with their innocent and tranquil design, their tiny docks with the flagpole and the American flag floating against the white clouds in the blue sky, the little paths over the roots of the trees leading from camp to camp and the paths leading back to the outhouses and the can of lime for sprinkling, and at the souvenir counters at the store the miniature birch-bark canoes and the post cards that showed things looking a little better than they looked. This was the American family at play, escaping the city heat, wondering [about] the newcomers at the camp . . . It seemed to me, as I kept remembering all this, that those times and those summers had been infinitely precious and worth saving. There had been jollity and peace and goodness. . . . Peace and goodness and jollity."
from "Once More to the Lake" (1941)
by E. B. White (1899 – 1985)


A Night to Remember
"Peace and goodness and jollity."

P.S.
"But the great fact in life, the always possible escape from dullness, was the lake. The sun rose out of it, the day began there; it was like an open door that nobody could shut. The land and all its dreariness could never close in on you. You had only to look at the lake, and you knew you would soon be free."
from The Professor's House (1925)
Willa Cather (1873 – 1947)

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