“It was the seventies, and Key West was cooking. A strange collection of shrimpers, gays, dope dealers, crooked politicians, hippies and tourists roamed the quaint streets of the little town at the end of the world.” – Jimmy Buffett, Where is Joe Merchant?
“Jimmy literally made Phil [Clark] a legend with that one song [‘A Pirate Looks at Forty’]. It was one of the high points of Phil’s life, I would say.” – Vic Latham
“Success turned Jimmy Buffett into a human tourist attraction …” – The Rolling Stone Album Guide
“I love the Church of Buffett because they don’t think I’ve done anything worth a shit since 1974. I tend to disagree with them, but I love the fact that the people that don’t like me still like me.” – Jimmy Buffett
“The Island Hotel [in Cedar Key] is a throwback … It’s a small old hotel – the kind of place where they couldn’t really care less whether you come, as opposed to those overmarketed tourism spots.” – Jimmy Buffett
“… a pleasant hang with a multimillionaire who’s got a chill philosophical side.” – Rolling Stone on Life on the Flip Side, Jimmy Buffett’s 30th studio album
Albums
Pour It Like You Don’t Own It
“You could always find him at the Tropicana Motel. Hollywood, upstairs from Duke’s Coffee Shop. A room (actually, a suite) around a greasy pool; or a room (actually, a hole in the wall) overlooking the parking lot. Heads and tails. It summed up where he most felt at home, except for a dimly-lit bar on South Main St. in L.A. proper, down near the bus station. ‘Everybody was rushing off toward the farthest palm,’ Jack Kerouac wrote of Hollywood, ‘and beyond that was the desert and nothingness.’ Tom Waits went to the frayed and faded bar because he’d used up all his choices, rolled his dice, and whathell … He soaked himself in the after-hours milieu, a late-forties bohemian hep-cat whose jive-talking, finger-snappin’, be-bop voot-a-roonie rasp came from too many Old Golds and a lifetime’s share of busted love affairs. He was born in a moving taxi on Pearl Harbor Day, 1949, in Pomona, California. Twenty years later, he found himself as a doorman at the Heritage nightclub in L.A. In a sense, he never left that gig. Beginning with the appearance of his first album, Closing Time, in 1973, Tom would usher you into an underworld of clinking glasses and smokey conversation, peopled with Skid Row regulars and irregulars … Set up another round, bartender, and pour it like you don’t own it …” – liner notes, Anthology of Tom Waits (1985)
SIDE ONE
Ol’ 55
Diamonds on My Windshield
(Looking for) The Heart of Saturday Night
I Hope That I Don’t Fall in Love With You
Martha
Tom Traubert’s Blues
The Piano Has Been Drinking (Not Me)
SIDE TWO
I Never Talk to Strangers
Somewhere (from “West Side Story”)
Burma Shave
Jersey Girl
San Diego Serenade
A Sight for Sore Eyes
Southbound

Believe it or not, I recently found a copy of Doc Watson’s great 1966 album, Southbound, at a thrift store for $2! Released by Vanguard, the album also features Doc’s son, Merle, and John Pilla on guitars and Russ Savakus on string bass. The tracks include “Walk on Boy,” “Blue Railroad Train,” “Sweet Georgia Brown,” “Alberta,” “Southbound,” “Windy and Warm,” “Call of the Road,” “Tennessee Stud,” “That Was the Last Thing on My Mind,” “Little Darling Pal of Mine,” “Nothing to It,” “Riddle Song,” “Never No More Blues” and “Nashville Pickin'”. Best investment ever!




