It appears (through Facebook anyway) (which never, ever lies) that a handful of my friends attended a show on Jimmy Buffett’s current tour.  I assumed Jimmy Buffett concerts were the ultimate excuse for the middle-aged to relive their Spring Break memories without judgment. Clicking through friends’ pictures of the event, it appears Jimmy Buffett concerts are effin’ out of control, with twenty-somethings and baby boomers alike wastin’ away again in…well, wherever.

While Jimmy Buffett has done nothing of musical importance, ever for me, personally, I know that sons and daughters have a tendency to have an attachment to the songs their parents listened to.  A warm, fuzzy feeling can easily be attributed to a certain album that served as a soundtrack to your rosy-cheeked, carefree childhood. This is the only feasible way I can wrap my head around people my age loving Jimmy Buffett.  I think Paul Simon’s Graceland is one of the best albums ever recorded, but I can’t look at it objectively.  It reminds me of hanging out with my dad the summer before I started going to school.  I associate it with a really simple, uncomplicated times and simple, uncomplicated events, like escorting him to the hardware store.

Then again, if Paul Simon went on tour — and this is just going out on a limb, here — the pre-concert antics would be a bit different.  Like no obscenely bright hawaiian shirts or moms doing upside-down margaritas.