For my birthday, my dad decided to introduce me to a piece of Americana I had previously, um, missed ... we piled in the car on a sunny 90-degree Saturday afternoon to tailgate before the Columbus Jimmy Buffet concert ... Although the grownups said this event was very tame, there was still plenty to see and hear: see the pictures.
The thing about Jimmy Buffet is that the music isn't really that good - it's perfect for background noise, but sounds kind of monotonous when left the center of attention hour after hour. Nonetheless, women (and men) of all ages screamed at deafening decibels, possibly in a fog of margarita madness.
It's the kind of music that can make the white folks purse their lips like fishes, curl their hands into fists and wiggle around just slightly off-time to the music. It's the kind of music that brings beach balls and margaritas and open parties. And, it's the kind of music that can inspire the building of a delightfully squishy indoor shark blimp.
Fins to the left, fins to the right ... four encores later, I'm back to the real world ...
[And, a good time was had by all! Thanks, dad!]
posted by Leigh Householder
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