Delta Flyers Play: Music by the Lake

“When our hearts are broken by a road of bones; let us join hands and march upon it.” This is what the Blues are all about.

One misty summer dusk by the pond, a growling, smooth-as-butter voice wafts across the parking lot at Edward R. Murrow Park. Here is where we sing the Blues and learn to love it. The spell is cast by the slow-pouring sweetness of notes in the hands of the right witch doctor (or musician as the case may be).

Delta Flyers know it, and now we do too.

Hands up–everyone that remembers evening swims at Murrow Park during endless summers of our youth. Then, there was no gas for money, now there’s no money for gas. Now Yankees’ games require a second mortgage, but!… you can still hang at the park for free.

Here’s the dirty little secret: we should have to pay to see the likes of the Delta Flyers because they’re trained musicians having a great time at what they do. The classic strains of Muddy Waters, the deep-south blues; these arrangements celebrate a sound that is purely American, an invention of poetry, longing, humor and triumph of the spirit.

“If we didn’t have bad luck we’d have no luck at all, so what the hell, we might as well keep going.” Check out Music by the Lake, for the vintage experience of socializing the simple way in Pawling, as it once was.

Look for the Delta Flyers around town at village venues like The Pawling Tavern. Time will always be lurching forward, Pawling will continue to evolve, but song remains the same. It says, quite simply, that “if that’s all there is my friend, then let’s keep dancing!”*

*quotation of pseudonymous song; Peggy Lee