I left my last post about why Jimmy Buffett is dead to me with him dropping the mic after singing the Star-Spangled Banner at the NFC Championship game several years ago.
I just reviewed the post before hitting publish, and though I have no regrets, I could have left on a more positive note. SO, this might satisfy you, or have you questioning why you would read my books if my taste in music is so bad.
I’m a product of the seventies. The Stones, Clapton, and the Dead were some of my favorites. I never really got into eighties music, and after watching the Super Bowl halftime show am glad I never got into nineties music either.
So, based on that I would be placed in the classic rock genre. But I hate classic rock. I NEVER want to hear Freebird, Stairway to Heaven, Jumping Jack Flash, or any number of the classic rock anthems EVER again. Old man rock, as I call the regurgitated and recycled albums and tours of some of the older rockers doesn’t do anything for me either.
My better half wanted to see Elton John’s farewell tour (until he changed his mind and added more dates that were canceled by COVID). So I went. The guy’s a performer. Always has been. He put whatever energy he had left into the show, but at the end, he rode a conveyor up the Yellow Brick Road which to me looked like he was riding a walker into the sunset.
That bitterness aside, I listen to old stuff, but not the popular retreads. I tend to get fixated on one album for each book. Wood’s Dilemma was Exile on Main Street, which I ironically didn’t care for when it came out, and is now the only Stones album I can listen to. Backwater Squall was all Pink Floyd’s Shine On You Crazy Diamond. I still like the early seventies Gratefully Dead live shows and am listening to Live at Hundred Year Hall while I’m writing Wood’s Chase. Today, I switched gears and gave Pip his chapter in Mexico, so I went with the Fabulous Thunderbirds.