I was telling my boyfriend this weekend, so many people seem to think of him as a novelty act, but his storytelling was amazing, and his songs run deep into my GenX core. Come Monday....
Jimmy Buffet makes me think of my late uncle, who was a fan. I have a distinct memory of being in aunt and uncle's minivan on the fold-down rear bed (ah, back when no one cared about auto safety) going on a trip with Jimmy Buffet in the tape player.
So many of the little sound bites you reference are my favourites as well. And even mentioning your mom in relation to Why Don’t We Get Drunk and Screw echoes the fact that my story about that song involves MY mom. She was driving me home from first year uni and I made her listen to my favourite “new” tape …and then sang Why Don’t We Get Drunk and SCREW at the top of my lungs and had my mom giggling and trying to quiet me with repeated stern-ish/exasperated “Oh, Karen!”s
He Went to Paris can bring me to my knees if I’m feeling at all vulnerable…but I’ll keep singing through the tears…
This verse!! My god!!
Well the war took his baby, the bombs killed his lady
I was telling my boyfriend this weekend, so many people seem to think of him as a novelty act, but his storytelling was amazing, and his songs run deep into my GenX core. Come Monday....
Definitely more than a novelty act, for sure.
Jimmy Buffet makes me think of my late uncle, who was a fan. I have a distinct memory of being in aunt and uncle's minivan on the fold-down rear bed (ah, back when no one cared about auto safety) going on a trip with Jimmy Buffet in the tape player.
That’s such a nice memory.
So many of the little sound bites you reference are my favourites as well. And even mentioning your mom in relation to Why Don’t We Get Drunk and Screw echoes the fact that my story about that song involves MY mom. She was driving me home from first year uni and I made her listen to my favourite “new” tape …and then sang Why Don’t We Get Drunk and SCREW at the top of my lungs and had my mom giggling and trying to quiet me with repeated stern-ish/exasperated “Oh, Karen!”s
He Went to Paris can bring me to my knees if I’m feeling at all vulnerable…but I’ll keep singing through the tears…
This verse!! My god!!
Well the war took his baby, the bombs killed his lady
And left him with only one eye
His body was battered, his world was shattered
And all he could do was just cry
While the tears were falling, he was recalling
The answers he never found
So he hopped on a freighter, skidded the ocean
And left England without a sound
MY GOD!!
Sending GenX hugs your way!!
He Went to Paris is such a tender tune.
Loved the melody of Pencil Thin Mustache