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Now playing: Jimmy Buffett - Margaritaville
via FoxyTunes The weather in Philly was like sitting on the thin top rail of a rickety board fence at the edge of a 200' drop to a rocky coast below. All day, the sun beat down keeping the temperature in the high 80's and lower 90's. The air was wet enough to ring out, and the occasional high cloud cover only gave brief respite to the unforgiving heat. You held your breath and waited to see if the rail was going to break or hold.
In the parking lot outside of the Citizen's Bank Park stadium, the DJs dutifully spun CDs and the Trop Rock bands gamely played their best renditions of Jimmy Buffett songs for the adoring mob of feathered, finned, and hula skirted Parrot Heads. It was business as usual at a pre Jimmy Buffett concert tail gate brawl. Literally thousands of sweaty, drunken, and festively be-decked party animals were milling about, playing red-neck horseshoes, limbo, and drinking games. Swarming from one 'pickup beach' pool to another, they were chillin' in the heat of the day. More Landshark Lager, jello shots, mass produced margaritas, and rum drinks were consumed between noon and 6:00 PM Saturday in that parking lot than every bar in Philly added together, served in the past week. That's a lot of bars and a lot of booze, amigo.
Once the party in the parking lots ended around 6'ish, all the Buffett fans who could still walk began to slowly gravitate toward the baseball park for the second reason they came today. Scheduled for 7:30 PM the show was now closing in on the crowd. At almost exactly the appointed hour, G- Love, a Philly phenomenon took to the boards with his small but tight band and did about 45 minutes of a mixture of hip hop and funked up rock tunes comprised of both original and covered material. As one incredulous spectator was heard to say,"the music is great but the lyrics could use some work". Well, what did they expect when they put this urban black dude up leading into a Jimmy Buffett show, before 30,000 or so Jimmy Buffett fans? In the words of Patrick Halloran of *CEANN, "whoever booked us should've listened to our CD". G-Love and his enthusiastic group were well worth a listen, but as they ended their set and the 'roadies' began to set Bubba up, the sky opened and water of biblical proportions crashed from the sky. Not just a shower, this deluge set out to drown the crowd, or cook them with the intense lightening which accompanied the storm. The gurgling PA system suggested the fans seated on the field head for cover inside the stadium. Too late! Parrot Heads are no fools, and by then every aisle and stair to the stadium main concourse was packed concrete solid with humans who had no choice but to stand there and soak. The storm lasted about 1/2 hour at its worst, but it took at least that to make it inside even with the head start our little party had. There were paper towels in the rest rooms to dry the face and glasses. Everything else just had to remain soaked.
Jimmy is one hell of a merchandiser, but there are limits to even his prowess. He couldn't possibly have ordered up that flood to sell what had to be a record number of tee shirts and hats. Could he? Even people who'd maxed out their credit cards on $35.00 to $50.00 shirts and $30.00 hats, were back for more, just to have something dry on their body. I'll bet Jimmy broke all existing records for shirt sales last night in Philly.
At 9:00 Jimmy and the Coral Reefers took the stage and played non-stop until about 11:00 PM. I don't know if the intermittent light showers, or some other magic of the night made this show so unique to this writer. Nadirah was in superb form, Robert was never better on the steels, Jimmy sounded better than I've heard him in years live, and the 'Reefers' rocked the stadium like never before. Some new tunes were introduced without mention of their newness, but Jimmy saved the best for last. The final song of the night was a solo acoustic rendition of "Defying Gravity". Jimmy introduced it as a tribute to his friend Tim Russert who passed away earlier in the week. It was not just sensitive and insightful, which it is, but sung by Jimmy with just his little '6 string', on that great stage before so many thousands of his fans, made it a soulful experience. Nobody sang along, nobody talked, and nobody walked away. That song on that night made me more aware of the meaning of being a Jimmy fan and a Parrot Head than I had ever even thought about.
He's 61 and who knows how long we'll have 'the man' himself getting on the stage to give performances like these or any other. If you were there and likely if you ever hear that particular performance of "Defying Gravity", you'll understand what so many Parrot Heads see, and why they give so much of themselves in the name of this unique performer and humanitarian. I, for one, am very glad to be sharing this big round ball with Jimmy Buffett.
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