3.18.2020 – change in attitudes

change in attitudes
all our running and cunning
laugh or go insane

I am not a parrot head.

Not by a long shot.

But I do enjoy Jimmy Buffett.

When I look at his list of songs, like many artists from Anita Baker to Sam and Dave, I am surprised at how many songs I have scratched on my memory plate.

I like many of his songs.

But for me, Mr. Buffett is like KFC.

I enjoy if its not too often.

For all those who just screamed, DID HE COMPARE JIMMY BUFFETT to KFC, you can just leave the room.

Gee whiz.

It wasn’t a comment aside from I like Jimmy Buffett in small doses.

Regardless, anyone and everyone has to admit that Mr. Buffett has a way with the words.

“If I said you had a beautiful body, would you hold it against me”

The start of the song “Changes In Latitudes, Changes In Attitudes” is one of my favorite bits of writing PERIOD.

Cute? Maybe.

Dr. Suessish? Nahhhhh.

Clever? Without a doubt.

Fun? Beyond beyond words.

I took off for a weekend last month
Just to try and recall the whole year.

Right now, its the chorus that resonates.

With all of our running and all of our cunning,
If we couldn’t laugh, we would all go insane.

I have more to say but if Mr. Buffett’s music does anything for me it makes me stop whatever I am doing and sit down and stare.

If I recommended music for anyone during this time of sanctioned introspection, I don’t know that you could go wrong with these songs of sun sea and beach.

“Changes In Latitudes, Changes In Attitudes”

I took off for a weekend last month
Just to try and recall the whole year.
All of the faces and all of the places,
wonderin’ where they all disappeared.
I didn’t ponder the question too long;
I was hungry and went out for a bite.
Ran into a chum with a bottle of rum,
and we wound up drinkin’ all night.

It’s those changes in latitudes,
changes in attitudes nothing remains quite the same.
With all of our running and all of our cunning,
If we couldn’t laugh, we would all go insane.

Reading departure signs in some big airport
Reminds me of the places I’ve been.
Visions of good times that brought so much pleasure
Makes me want to go back again.
If it suddenly ended tomorrow,
I could somehow adjust to the fall.
Good times and riches and son of a bitches,
I’ve seen more than I can recall

These changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes,
Nothing remains quite the same.
Through all of the islands and all of the highlands,
If we couldn’t laugh we would all go insane

I think about Paris when I’m high on red wine,
I wish I could jump on a plane.
And so many nights I just dream of the ocean.
God, I wish I was sailin’ again.
Oh, yesterdays are over my shoulder,
So I can’t look back for too long.
There’s just too much to see waiting in front of me,
and I know that I just can’t go wrong
with these…

These changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes,
Nothing remains quite the same.
Through all of the islands and all of the highlands,
If we couldn’t laugh we would all go insane

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