I'm definitely not a parrothead, though Buffet is at least country-esque in some ways. He actually does a rather fine duet with Alan Jackson, and it is pretty much the only AJ song that is not nausea enducing (well, he also does a pretty good duet with Brad Paisley, for whom I may also have tickets this summer, including maybe wangling a backstage pass...)
Anyway, I am going for the experience, and with a big group of people. As my friend told me, the best thing about Buffet concerts is chicks in bikinis. And the worst thing about Buffet concerts is some of the chicks in bikinis.
The bikini comment reminds me of a remark once made by a colleague (male, I hasten to add) at a high-level crucial meeting where the statistics of something or other was being discussed... He stated, "statistics are like bikinis: good to look at, but they hide the most important stuff..."
Every bar is a memory.
And all the memories huddle together for company, so that in my mind it often seems as though every bar I've ever been in is on the same street, or at least in the same neighbourhood; every great drinking session I fondly recall happened on one night, or over the course of one weekend; and everyone I've ever drunk with fuses into a single person, the idealised Drinking Companion.
Sometimes it seems to me also that the melancholy that infuses so many of these memories had but a single cause, an idealised Lost Love.
Some of these memories I will now try to share with the enormous, faceless, blog-munching world at large.
These, then, are the mental voyages of the boozehound Froog; his many-year mission to seek out new drinks and new places to drink them in, to write The Meaning Of Life on a napkin.... andnotlose it on the way home.
Froog is an escaped lawyer - but there is no need for alarm; he is only a danger to himself, not to the general public. An eternal wanderer, he now lives in an exotic city somewhere in the 'Third World' *, where he is held prisoner by an unfinished novel (or, more precisely, an unstarted novel). He spends a lot of time running, writing, taking photographs, and falling in love with women who fail to appreciate him. He also spends a lot of time in bars.
[* OK, I'll come clean: I've been living in Beijing since summer '02.]
8 comments:
I just got tickets to see Mr. Buffet play live. Much booze will be drunk.
I was expecting some really profound comment in reply to your posting, Froog. I like BC's tho.
Never had you figured for a Parrothead, Cowboy! Not really COUNTRY, is he??
I'm envious!! Let me know what the gig's like.
Boat drinks!!
Ah, Ali, so THERE you are, after a long silence.
If you want profundity, you're probably in the wrong place!
You could, of course, always contribute some of your own...
Have you given us an Irish joke yet??
Panic and paranoia suddenly take hold!
I can't find my 'Songs you know by heart' CD anywhere! Has one of my low-life party guests stolen it??
Aaarrgh, aarrgh, aargh...
I'm definitely not a parrothead, though Buffet is at least country-esque in some ways. He actually does a rather fine duet with Alan Jackson, and it is pretty much the only AJ song that is not nausea enducing (well, he also does a pretty good duet with Brad Paisley, for whom I may also have tickets this summer, including maybe wangling a backstage pass...)
Anyway, I am going for the experience, and with a big group of people. As my friend told me, the best thing about Buffet concerts is chicks in bikinis. And the worst thing about Buffet concerts is some of the chicks in bikinis.
The bikini comment reminds me of a remark once made by a colleague (male, I hasten to add) at a high-level crucial meeting where the statistics of something or other was being discussed... He stated, "statistics are like bikinis: good to look at, but they hide the most important stuff..."
Still can't find my Buffett CD. This is even more frustrating that the Blogspot censorship block we're suffering!
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