A scary thing happened in the car ride up from Connecticut the other day; I got really into a song about a volcano on the radio. It was a male, Caribbean voice singing about the uncertainty of the future with unwavering positivity. The production was low-key, a washboard as percussion. It was the jam. That part was actually chill island and sunny.
The scary part didn’t come until after I reached my destination and accessed the internet, and found out that I had fallen in love with a Jimmy Buffett song! I hate Parrot-heads, but I have some sympathy for the paths a serious rum thirst can take. My pride was injured to think that I, a sober listener of deep cuts, had fallen in with the Pirates of the Caribbean, but I can’t deny my true feelings any longer.
I love that Volcano song! Except I don’t particularly care for the Jimmy Buffett version. (Perhaps Jimmy Buffett is an acquired taste. Perhaps his music ages like a fine cheese. Perhaps when I’m sixty four I’ll sport Hawaiian shirts and a mustache, and my bloat will be from that cheese and rum. The Caribbean boys are just easing me in. For now the Jimmy Buffett version is not for me, but I had difficulty discovering the song I’d heard on the radio.
After approximately three hours of research, I unearthed the proper cut; its from the album “Blues Tribute to Jimmy Buffett,” performed by the Blues Rockets… As a side project (the mind wanders), and as a totem of my dig for this particular track, I crafted the fake album cover art above. No one with good music taste is supposed to like Jimmy Buffet, but that cover of Volcano by the Blues Rockets is the limit! Don’t even try to front…
Cut the chatter, spin that platter!