I found myself having my coffee this morning and listening to a Jimmy Buffett mix on my iPod, and reading my newspaper. It seemed like forever since I had given Jimmy a listen. I found myself smiling.
People can say whatever they want, for me at least the thing is Jimmy’s music just makes you feel better. It can be the dead of winter and there is a foot and a half of snow on the ground, it’s single digits on the thermometer. I put on his music and I smile. I’ve had some rotten days, but I put on his music and have a cocktail when I get home and I smile. It’s got that sort of power on me.
First song I ever heard was “Margaritaville” and I was hooked. Jimmy always seemed a part of my life in college. You couldn’t walk into any bar, attend any party, without hearing his music.
The first album I ever heard all the way though was “A1A”. It was not only the first album I ever heard, but it is still my favorite. I put that any morning, noon, or night and I smile.
I first saw Jimmy back in 1989 with my best friend. We saw Jimmy Buffett with special guest The Neville Brothers at the old Poplar Creek for $15. Now a days $15 does not even pay for parking. The scene in the parking lot and on the lawn was like nothing I had ever seen. It was a sea of Hawaiian shirts, leis, and people singing along. I felt like I found a place where I belonged. It was kind of nice.
Jimmy’s first book Tales from Margaritaville came out in 1989. He had a way with words and could tell a story for me, like his music just made me smile. I own all of his books. I’ve read them so many times, they are starting to fall apart. Like the music the books take you to another place. I’ve read Where is Joe Merchant 27 times. A part of me wishes I could be Frank Bama who is the hero that saves the day and gets to live happily ever after. His books mean that much to me. Great reads every one of them.
For as much as I loved Jimmy, somehow I managed to marry someone that hated him. I would take her to concerts and she was to busy moaning and groaning about the girls in the bikinis to actually stop and look around and realize the bigger picture and what she was missing out on. In my next life, a prerequisite is that I’ll meet a girl that feels the same way I do about Jimmy
My hound dog, Margarita actually takes her name from Margaritaville. The simple rule being- you’ve got to have a long name for a long dog. Can’t think of a better name for a Basset Hound then Margarita. I think Jimmy would approve.
After my marriage ended and I moved out in 2009. The first thing I did was treat myself to a ticket to see Jimmy at Alpine Valley. I went up there with some old friends, made some incredible new friends. The weather sucked, but the music was amazing.
I’ll probably never meet Jimmy. If I did, I shake his hand and say thank you for being such a big part of my life. It’s made me laugh and smile. It’s helped me heal. It’s been wonderful