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What Makes a Song Worth $550 Million?
Definitely not wasting away again…
On any given Tuesday, Thursday, or Saturday, somewhere in the American Heartland, you can find them.
Usually, they’re in a sports stadium, or maybe a civic center, where the air still smells faintly of monster trucks or bronco busting from the weekend before. Except now added to those musky odors are new ones: citrus, sunscreen (yes, indoors) and coconut rum.
They’re easily identifiable; after all, they’re wearing Hawaiian shirts, and feathered headdresses. Sound concerning? Doesn’t need to be. Yes, they’re basically a cult, and yes they are legion, but they’re completely harmless: These are Parrotheads and they’ve come to hear the Word of their Prophet, James William Buffett; Jimmy, to his friends.
Which is everybody.
Who would’ve ever thought The Global Awakening would involve pooka shells and Bermuda shorts?
How do you explain the sandy, beach-bum phenomenon that is Jimmy Buffett, and his legion of devoted followers (full disclosure: I am one, myself, although I’ve…
