Monday, September 15, 2014
not too particular, not too precise
After remembering the Jimmy Buffett song "Margaritaville" and having that playing over and over in my head, recently, that led me to recall another Buffett song, "Cheeseburger in Paradise" (1978).
I can't remember where I heard "Cheeseburger in Paradise" first -- sometime during school -- someone had the album -- partly I thought it was a heck of a good song, and yet at the same time felt sort of an undertow of doubt because it was -- a -- song -- about -- a cheeseburger. (I mean, what??) Typical, perhaps, for the age group I was in, I was maybe a bit earnest about my music.
(Shouldn't it have a little more serious meaning to it? Wasn't the subject matter a little -- light? Somewhat frivolous?)
Maybe the at times plaintive, noble, and justice-seeking lyrics of some of Bob Dylan's early work was making me a little humorless, for the moment, in my music thoughts. I was busy being "intense." (Bob would not have wanted that; he would say there's always a place for lightness and fun, in art -- "when Quinn the Eskimo gets here, Ev'rybody's gonna jump for joy...")
There can be a song about a cheeseburger, and it can be a hell-uva song!