Before listening to this record, I had a fairly negative perception of Jimmy Buffett, but in truth, I hadn't actually heard much of his music. After listening to this record, some of my hostility towards Buffett dissipated, for although I still don't really have any personal connection to his odes to the Caribbean and drinking margaritas on the beach, his persona is clearly intended to be at least somewhat tongue-in-cheek. So as ridiculous as a song called "Cheeseburger in Paradise" may be, it is at least leavened with a dose of humor, which I can always appreciate.
All that said, this album will not remain in my collection, for although the title track is a somewhat catchy folk ditty and it may be that "Cheeseburger in Paradise" is secretly brilliant, the rest failed to impress on a basic songwriting level, unlike the undeniable hooks of say, "Margaritaville". This record is not really touted as one of Buffett's best and since I am no Parrothead to begin with, I feel no regret in tossing this one into the blue bin, blue being the color that fits a son of a son of a sailor best.
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