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 me not really heavily listening to Buffett as an adult, my parents listened to him a lot when I was a kid 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.
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.
My parents were “Parrotheads” and despite me not really heavily listening to Buffett as an adult, my parents listened to him a lot when I was a kid 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.