A Life Well Lived.

Caring is Sharing:

He took charge of his merchandise. He didn’t do it because he was greedy. He did it because he could do it better than the people who were ripping him off with concert T-shirts that spelled his name as Buffet.

He sold his fans quality, spell-checked T-shirts. He played clubs all over the country, but it was the crowds in landlocked areas that seemed to love him most. In Pittsburgh, he and his Coral Reefer band mates noticed that fans had started wearing Hawaiian shirts, just like they did, to the shows. One night, in Cincinnati, his bass player Timothy B. Schmit (also of the Eagles) likened them to Deadheads, the way Grateful Dead fans would follow that band. And so they were christened Parrotheads, just as a joke, but then fans began to wear feathers and beak masks to shows. “In their minds they wanted to go to the ocean,” he said. He understood he was bringing the ocean to them. 

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RIP to a great man.  If you didn't like Jimmy Buffett, there's something wrong with you.  Not the music, the man.  (Though I'd argue -- arguing being our best method of changing things; don't throw in the towel in your quest for "peace", boomer babies -- you simply haven't listened to enough of his work.  You know, Margarita-ville is not a "happy" song, if you listen to the lyrics and contemplate, right? ... Don't stereotype out of your own ignorance.  And don't resent a live-and-let-live man-child who only wants the best, and to share his gifts.  Makes ya look...  small, and shriveled, as in your soul.  hth.)