It was a phine phlocking

Last night my younger brother and I went to a Jimmy Buffett concert at Blossom Music Center. His new album License To Chill comes out on the 13th, and I’ve already pre-ordered it. It’s been six years since my last phlock, and eight years for my brother. The place was nuts, the music was great, and my only regret is that I left my camera at home.

Set List for July 1st

Jimmy BuffettPre-show music
Hot, Hot, Hot
Jump In The Line
First half
1. Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes (Jimmy alone onstage)
2. Great Filling Station Holdup (Mac McAnally Joins)
3. Pencil thin Mustache (The rest of the band Joins)
4. Weather is Here, Wish You Were Beautiful
5. License to Chill
6. Carnival World
7. Son of a Son of a Sailor
8. If the Phone Doesnt Ring It’s Me
9. Brown Eyed Girl
10. Volcano
11. Why Don’t we Get Drunk and Screw
12. Hey Good Lookin’
13. One Particular Harbour
Second half

14. Smart Woman in a Real Short Skirt
15. Pascagoula Run
16. Jamaica Mistaica
17. Come Monday
18. Grapefruit Juicy Fruit
19. Jolly Mon Sing
20. It’s 5 O’ clock Somewhere (w/ Mac)
21. Cheeseburger in Paradise
22. Coast of Carolina
23. Cuban Crime of Passion
24. Scarlet Begonias
25. Margaritaville
First Encore
26. Fins
27. We are the People Our Parents Warned us About
Second Encore
28. A Pirate Looks at Forty

Before the show, I made certain to get my ceremonial cheeseburger and a big cup of ice cold Corona. It’s too bad my brother wasn’t quite old enough to join me in a celebratory toast, but that day’ll arrive soon enough.
Jimmy BuffettBest Song: “It’s Five O’Clock Somewhere”, with Mac McAnally singing Alan Jackson’s part. “Scarlet Begonias” was a close second.
Best “hey-what-a-cool-idea” Moment: the appearance of the shark blimp during “Fins.”
Prettiest Woman: Riiiiiiiight … as if I could pick just one from the crowd of tanned lovelies in grass skirts and tank tops!
Proudest Moment: Jimmy’s dedication of the concert to a unit of U.S. Army Military Police in Afghanistan, listening over the Internet via Radio Margaritaville. I thought the crowd was loud before that moment, but the thundering roar of encouragement from 18,500 Americans brought to my heart a deep sense of appreciation for and pride in our country (and some odd moisture to my eyes … must’ve been a gnat). Those Parrotheads, liberal or conservative, old or young or middle aged, drunk or sober (ha!) understood their debt to our troops.
I love this country!