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| A heron lands in the stillness of an early camp morning |
What a difference a day makes.
The one I’m talking about started out with a worker at Red
Lake Marine, the place where we tie up our boat, taking out his boom box and
playing tunes while he worked on some new docks. I happened to be there waiting
for a truck to deliver our new beds. I knew the beds were on the truck; I just
didn’t know when they would be delivered and so ended up waiting the entire
day.
“You da man! (boom di boom, boom, boom)
“You my main man! (BOOM)
“Been scratchin’ for a livin’, don’t wanna see my baby pout
“When the sun’s getting high, you know what I’m talkin’
‘bout
“Got an itch in my stomach and I just got to get it out
“So I head out for a sub and soon you all hear me shout
“You da man!’ (boom di boom, boom, boom)
“You my main man! (BOOM)
“Give me mine on flatbread, give me olives, give me cheese
“Give me lots of cold cuts, could I have some peppers
please?
“Then stick it in the oven, wrap it up at your ease
“You da Earl of Sandwich, I praise you on my knees
“You da man! (boom di boom, boom, boom)
“You my main man! (BOOM)
Now I’ve got to apologize right here to this worker for not
doing a better job at describing the strength of the bass on his boom box. I
mean: (boom di boom, boom, boom) is really pathetic. It doesn’t illustrate how
your cheeks pulsed inwards and your eyeballs were driven back into their
sockets. And (BOOM) doesn’t show how the air was knocked from your gut like a sucker
punch to the solar plexus. This was a truly impressive, industrial-strength,
boom box.
I also might have gotten the lyrics wrong but no matter, you
can ask anybody in Red Lake. I mean anybody. And don’t just restrict yourself
to the living. The ones in the cemetery on the far side of town heard it too.
And it wasn’t all rap stuff. There were also country songs.
“When you’re with me, I fly like an eagle
“But when you’re away, I bawl like a beagle.”
Just a day earlier I had also been in town but it was like a
different universe. Red Lake can be noisy with floatplanes taking off from Howey
Bay, but not this day. The dock worker wasn’t there either. As I was loading
the boat with supplies I heard a low bugle sound and looked up to see seven
swans flying overhead. They are only the
second group I’ve seen in Northwestern Ontario.
You frequently can hear loons call too. There is at least one nesting pair in the
bay. They usually hang out in front of Red Lake Marine and Chimo Airways. There
are ducks and gulls, mink and beavers, eagles and herons, right in front of the
town’s main drag. Pretty cool in my book.
And I don’t mean to single out this worker. He’s not a bad
guy; just a member of a generation who seem to think there are no other sounds
in the world worth listening to except for those stored on their digital
devices. And that is a pity.
“You da man!”
We had a very windy day here at camp yesterday and I was
thinking how marvelous it is to hear the wind in the tree leaves. Quaking aspen
leaves almost tinkle as they shimmer while birch and balsam poplars have more
of a bass quality to their rustling. Although pine trees can whisper in low
wind, yesterday they were howling.
The waves made a chaotic smashing sound on the rocks
but on other days they sing a lullaby, something not lost on the producers of
the Solitudes meditative sounds series. There is also rhythm to the falling rain. These
are soul-soothing tunes, ones that let your mind heal and wander.
(Boom, di boom, boom, boom)
In calmer times such as in the evening, you can hear an
entire symphony of natural music makers. Hermit thrushes play their eerie buzzy
flutes from the deep recesses of the forest, grey tree frogs sing short
refrains that are incredibly loud. Toads trill on hot nights. Grasshoppers
crackle like firecrackers when they take flight in the day.
But these interesting and intriguing natural sounds are lost
on today’s ear-bud-wearing generation who seem never to go a minute without
their “tunes.” And on those rare occasions when the ‘buds are not in their ear
canals, they hum, to cover the sound of silence.
“Like a bee, ewee, eweegle”
It can make for some frustrating conversations.
Here’s an example with a girl who worked here years ago.
I signal to Megan that I want to talk to her so that she will
remove her ear phones. She takes them out but then immediately hums.
Me: “Megan, did you make the beds in Cabin 8?”
Megan: simultaneously, “Ummm, ummmm, ummmm. What?”
Me: “Megan, did you hear what I said?”
Megan: “Ummm, ummmm, ummmm. What? Something about beds?”
Me: “Did you make the beds?”
Megan: “Ummm, ummmm, ummmm. What beds?”
“You my main man!”
(Boom)
