My brain is like a playlist with thousands of songs, playing constantly on random. At any time, you could ask me what I have stuck in my head right now and I would have an answer.
Right now, it’s Come Monday by Jimmy Buffett. Yesterday, it was a song from an obscure old musical (the Fantastiks). And the day before that (for no reason I can explain) it was Ding Dong The Witch Is Dead.
My parents were “Parrotheads” and despite not really heavily listening to Buffett as an adult, my parents listened to him a lot and I basically still know all the lyrics by heart.
I was always fond of Pencil Thin Mustache, one of the few times Buffett seemed to sort of channel a different style of music than his usual offerings.
My brain is like a playlist with thousands of songs, playing constantly on random. At any time, you could ask me what I have stuck in my head right now and I would have an answer.
Right now, it’s Come Monday by Jimmy Buffett. Yesterday, it was a song from an obscure old musical (the Fantastiks). And the day before that (for no reason I can explain) it was Ding Dong The Witch Is Dead.
My parents were “Parrotheads” and despite not really heavily listening to Buffett as an adult, my parents listened to him a lot and I basically still know all the lyrics by heart.
I was always fond of Pencil Thin Mustache, one of the few times Buffett seemed to sort of channel a different style of music than his usual offerings.
I can’t listen to or sing (or “sing”) A Pirate Looks At Forty or He Went To Paris without getting choked up these days.
RIP Jimmy Buffett.