Last Friday evening, typing here, I was thinking about the song, "Margaritaville," by Jimmy Buffett: what was it made that song so great? I'm not sure, but I remember when I heard it toward the end of my senior year in high school I said (to myself, in my head), "That is a great song."
I didn't understand exactly what everything in it meant -- was
unfamiliar with the Margarita cocktail -- but the listener could understand all
the words. The meandering, beguiling melody; and Jimmy Buffett's vocal
delivery - just so "right on" with a style naturally married to the
lyrics, and a marriage made in heaven it was, or maybe made in
Margaritaville...
Riding in a pickup with a friend, I eagerly directed that the volume
be turned up, when this song came on -- and he looked at me in, I don't know,
uptight surprise, like -- What was so important about a song? He looked at me like I was a mysterious,
puzzling person, to want that song turned up...(I don't believe I was so
unusual; that song was a rather large hit, and it didn't get that way just from
me alone getting psyched and
turning it up...)
And I did not need anyone else to tell me that was a great song, or that it was a hit -- it didn't have to be cool with other kids in school; pronouncements from other teens were not necessary to me: I knew.
Wasting away again in Margaritaville,
Searching for my lost shaker of salt...
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