RIP Jimmy Buffett

A great One! R.I.P.


I feel like a grew up with Jimmy. Saw him the first time in probably 1974 and paid three or four bucks for the ticket. Saw seven or eight buffet shows after that and couldn't wait to buy every album. I took my teenage daughters to one of his outstanding Starwood amphitheater shows. They had zero interest in going really, but had the time of their lives and became huge fans. 

all of my favorites, Jimmy, John Prine, Guy Clark, Warren Zevon, and Leonard Cohen had something in common. They certainly didn't have the best voices in the classical sense, and weren't the best musicians, but they were the best storytellers.

They could take something pretty simple, like this hotel room, and turn it into a song that would live in your head all day. They were poets. Jimmy composed the mythical narrative for the life we imagined we had and it was so easy to consider him a friend, even though you knew you would never meet him.

I suppose that's why it's so easy to feel truly sad that he is gone

I am so sad over this. He was a big part of my high school years here in Florida. A total shock that’s too close to home and my own mortality. My thoughts and prayers are with his family. 

Great storyteller and writer. A great businessman too apparently. Who knew you could become a billionaire by playing bar tunes? 

Funny username is a line from A Pirate Looks At 40. I tried to buy some expensive gear from a dealer in NY who was very insulating and dismissive when I asked after the gear. (who knew a NY-er would be a d*ck?). Ultimately I made the deal and as we parted he told me he first considered me a scammer because of my username!  I explained the Buffett reference to him and he'd never heard the song. Apparently that's a NY thing too.  I should have used a Liza Minelli reference I guess...

From a failed Nashville wanna-be to a brand name. Jimmy never gave up and did what he wanted, sailing, flying his Vintage Catalina around the Caribbean, Amazing song writer, band leader, restaurateur, husband, father. American Dream, right there. He shared it with us, the paycheck to paycheck, workaday, guy on the street. My ex and I lived in Mississippi for awhile, never missed an Allman Bros. or Buffett show within a day's drive, and yes, I was the loud guy singing along, or playing air drums in the Allman Bros. Wore out many a stylus, if not complete turntables with J B on board