Here We Are

Jimmy Buffett – Here We Are

In honor of all of those back home who getting ready to crank up the blenders and make some Mike's Delicious Queso, here's an un-official kickoff to the concert season. Wish we could be there with you this time.

Here we are
Here we are

But here we are, for a family reunion, costume barbeque
All the black sheep, family outcasts, and a freak or two

Here we are, maybe it's because in spite of all the work we do
It's the child in us we really value
Here we are, with our fins up and our feathers flashing
Here we are, with our coconut shell brassieres chanting

Here we are
Here we are
Here we are

Andrew, Kim, Amy, Kelly, Mike, Allison, Dan and all yall… if wanna try to make it down for the Florida leg, well… the weather is here….

FYI – The Margaritaville home page now sports a tour date RSS feed (Really Salty Sharks?!)

Cowboy Boots and Bathing Suits

Driving home last night I heard Jerry Jeff Walker's Cowboy Boots & Bathin' Suits.

We've been here a week or so,
Now it's finally time to go.
Can't believe how quickly time has flown,
Packin' up the bathin' suits,
Getting out the cowboy boots,
That’s a sign we must be going home….

Time just stopped for a little while,
We were part of a tiny island.
Made a lot of friends we'll keep for life.
When we get back home to Texas,
And they ask us what we missed most,
I'll shrug my shoulders, and I'll smile….

Early mornings on the long boat dock,
Drinkin' coffee as the sun comes up
Lazy days napping in the big deck chair.
Late night dancing in the front street bar,
Walking home underneath the stars,
Man it's like some dream we live down here….

Last night we ate conch and lobster.
Mark said it was his favorite dinner,
Maybe even the best one of his life.
Dining underneath the stars
Chilean wine and Cuban cigars,
I smiled at him and said you could be right….

And he got real quiet, and he said you know,
hell I worked hard all my life,
I made a lot of dough.
I've been everywhere,
I don't think it gets any better than down here.
I mean the warmth and love of the people here,
No crime, no hate, or fear
I don't think I'm ready for the world waiting for me back there….

I need me just….
One more morning on the long boat dock,
Drinking coffee as the sun comes up,
Drinking bilikin beer in the big deck chair.
Late night dancin' in a front street bar,
Makin' love under the stars,
Man it's like some dream we live down here….

Walking home underneath the stars,
Hearing voices from that empty bar,
Man it's like some dream we live done there….

We've been here a week or so,
Now it's finally time to go.
Can't believe how quickly time as flown.
Packin' up the bathin' suits,
gettin' out the cowboy boots,
That’s a sign we must be goin' home….

I miss you guys. I can't wait until we're together again down there.

The non-stop month of April

We're five plus days into the non-stop month of April. (Not that April has extra days, per se, just that it feels that way!)

I'll be working straight through the Easter weekend and all the way up to our trip to East Texas next weekend. Then a half day at home on Sunday before back to work and my parents coming in the following weekend. And then back to work and my parents back the following weekend, plus Merrin's parents and the Buffett concert!

So, while I'll be going non-stop for a little while, the really good news is that I get to spend time with the Coopers, Pat & Karen, the Stines, my parents, Merrin's parents, and St. Jimmy.

I may have to take a few naps, but it will be good to see everyone again!

Buffett for state song?

There's a movement under way to ditch Stephen Foster's "The Swanee River (Old Folks at Home)" as the Florida state song. So what's going to replace it? The Orlando Sentinel's Lauren Ritchie is pushing Jimmy Buffett's "I Have Found Me a Home":

Buffett is the only artist in America who captures us — or at least what we want to be. His easygoing calypso rhythms infused with steel drums and trumpet are the ticket to paradise. He throws in an occasional country tune and mixes it all with sweet ballads.

However, Buffett sings one wistful ballad that would make a lovely Florida state song. It's called "I Have Found Me a Home." Several stanzas hearken back to what Florida was before the boom and the tourists hit.

My question is this: Who the hell else could you pick?!?! 😉