I have been a Parrot-head for over 45 years, beginning in 1977🦜..
If you are a Buffett fan, you will understand below..I did a mesh-up of lyrics from Buffet’s songs he wrote
“…I started looking for my Lost Shaker of salt after I blew out my flip-flop, then stepped on a pop top somewhere in a place called Margaritaville. Afterwards, we were driving down the avenue known as A1A, and stopped to get a Cheeseburger in Paradise.
We had been looking for a Labor Day weekend Show; we took a wrong turn, and found ourselves in One Particular Harbour, while hearing someone playing, Living and dying in 3/4 time. Someone found the last Mango that came from Paris, and the other found some Juicy Fruit and a grapefruit.
Kendall passed out after being drunk for over two weeks and daydreaming about Havana, and I was trying to find door number 3. Then some guy with a pencil thin mustache, and wearing a white sport coat just appeared, wagging his finger telling us, we are the people his parents warned him about. All I could think of was:…looking back in my background trying to figure out how I ever got here, something’s are still a mystery to me, while others are much too clear; I’m just living here in the sunshine staying contented most of the time, listening to Walker, Murphy and Willie sing me their Texas rhymes…got a Caribbean soul, I can barely control, and some Texas hidden in my heart…ahhh, the stories we could tell. You had to be there…”
Well, you found the party Jimmy, and come Monday, it’ll be alright….
The world is a little less brigter, but we go in looking.for that lost Shaker of salt…
Thank you for all the parties you were a part of, and never knew. Rest in Peace.
I don’t ever remember a party where someone would not, inevitably start spinning Jimmy, at some point. He always showed up on our sailboat in the early years of the 80s, via the Boom+Box. He sojourned with me to Florida, and kept me company on the drive from a bad sound system in my old Oldsmobile, but he was there.
I only have a few of the albums left, because the others were in cassette format, which I lost somewhere between Dallas and Florida. Subsequently replaced with CDs, later sole and burned into an invisible cloud of MP3s.
So, here’s to Jimmy! I think today is a good day for a Margarita. 🍸
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