Gettin' out and doin' stuff...

Buffett Concert's coming up August 23rd in Cincinnati, the birthplace of the song "Fins"...

It's the Fins-Up Tour.  And you better believe I'm going.

My Sweetheart of 25-or-so years is my Date.

We're joining his family who have done this venue so many times they're considered locals.

I cannot wait.

Margarittaville is so much more than the tequila, and yet so enhanced and graced by its presence there one cannot help but appreciate that good drink, a great crowd, and Jimmy crooning on for at least 27 or more songs while you're there.
Jimmy's standards are amazing heard live, standing there swaying with the crowd - Songs you know by Heart...

But I like the deep cuts from lots of his albums that some of you may not have heard yet.
Songwriters amaze me...

They take universal experiences we've all had and condense them into a magic conversation we can all share, time and again, in three minutes or less.

Jimmy's an author that tells folk tales, and sets them to exotic music with steel drums, conjuring up images of beaches far away, and palm trees, and pirates, and fishes, and our mother ocean, and things that may have gotten us all into trouble in past lives that we have now outgrown, but maybe, just maybe, miss every once-in-awhile...

So, yes, I've heard most of the songs he'll play that night, more than once.

Why, you ask, would I want to go again?

Because Magaritaville is Magic.  I am an author myself and I seek out magic places to inspire me.  I seek a magic troupe to accompany me on my adventure-quests.  My soul thrills to the fact that I can listen to every word from the Magic Captain of That Ship, his voice and tunes beckoning me to join him in the place where I can sip in some of that soul-magic for myself. 

I'll gladly spend 2 & 1/2 hours with the parrottheads, a hefty sum for the venue, the goods, and the tequila, because Buddy, I'm here to tell you, finding magic in this world today is priceless.

Just look for me there in Margarittaville late this summer.  I'll be the one singing along with the crowd, maybe dressed in a grass skirt, tequila in one hand, and magic in my eyes, beckoning you to join me for the chorus.