Also, back in law school, my upstairs neighbors would often come home drunk and crank up his records, so if I didn't already hate his music, that certainly sealed the deal.
And while we're at it, can I just add that I once ate at a Margaritaville--it was mid-Covid, on a road trip stop-over in Vegas, and it was the only restaurant on the Strip with outdoor seating--and it was one of the worst dining experiences of my life. Ironically, the most offensively awful margarita I've ever had (tasted like dish soap and lime), and a truly terrible cheeseburger (ironically, another Buffett track). Plus, of course, they were playing his music the whole time.
Buuuuuut.... look, this one song, from the darkest reaches of the Guilty Pleasures file, is kinda ok. Reminds me of summer camp, when his 1977 commercial breakthrough LP Changes In Latitudes, Changes In Attitudes came out and this was all over the radio. It's tuneful and clever, and if I can shake off the various negative parrothead vibes (and the damn steel drums), it's a serious earworm. I've gone my entire life without including it on a mixtape, and I'm not about to start, but if it has to end up on one of the Spotify playlists of my Top 2000 songs, so be it.
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