It’s all fun&games until one day it’s not.When will America (through Congress, the courts,the voters,ANYBODY) realize how destructive & psychotic this man is&stop him?When will the media stop reporting on the inevitability of DJT being the GOP nominee? This won’t end well.
Imagine the discussion amongst his social media writers…
“Does it sound like him? Is it unhinged enough?”
“Needs bad grammar. It’s his brand.”
“At least 3 lies…that’s the rule”
“Sprinkle it with racism and threats of violence…he likes that.”
A poet of paradise, Jimmy Buffett was an American music icon who inspired generations to step back and find the joy in life and in one another.
We had the honor to meet and get to know Jimmy over the years, and he was in life as he was performing on stage – full of goodwill and joy, using his gift to bring people together.
Jill and I send our love to his wife of 46 years, Jane; to their children, Savannah, Sarah, and Cameron; to their grandchildren; and to the millions of fans who will continue to love him even as his ship now sails for new shores.
It seems that so many wonderful people are leaving this world, and now Jimmy Buffett is one of them. I’ve known Jimmy for some time and found him to be one of the kindest and most generous people.
I remember once on holiday when I had forgotten to bring my guitar and was itching to play. He said he would get me one of his, but I said, ‘I’m left-handed’. So, Jimmy had his roadie restring one of his guitars which he loaned me for the duration of the holiday. He then followed this act of generosity by giving me my own beautiful left-handed guitar that had been made by one of his guitar-making pals. It’s a beautiful instrument, and every time I play it now it’ll remind me of what a great man Jimmy was.
He had a most amazing lust for life and a beautiful sense of humour. When we swapped tales about the past his were so exotic and lush and involved sailing trips and surfing and so many exciting stories that it was hard for me to keep up with him.
Right up to the last minute his eyes still twinkled with a humour that said, ‘I love this world and I’m going to enjoy every minute of it’.
So many of us will miss Jimmy and his tremendous personality. His love for us all, and for mankind as a whole.
Last, but not least, is his songwriting and vocal ability. If someone made an interesting remark he repeated it in his gorgeous Louisiana drawl and said, ‘That’s a good idea for a song’. Most times it didn’t take too long for that song to appear. I was very happy to have played on one of his latest songs called ‘My Gummy Just Kicked In’. We had a real fun session and he played me some of his new songs. One, in particular, I loved was the song, ‘Bubbles Up’. And I told him that not only was the song great but the vocal was probably the best I’ve heard him sing ever. He turned a diving phrase that is used to train people underwater into a metaphor for life when you’re confused and don’t know where you are just follow the bubbles - they’ll take you up to the surface and straighten you out right away.
So long, Jim. You are a very special man and friend and it was a great privilege to get to know you and love you. Bubbles up, my friend.
Love, Paul
Jimmy Buffett, the tropical troubadour whose folksy tunes celebrated his laid-back lifestyle has died, according to his official website.
I have many happy memories of celebrating life while his music played in the background.
You will be missed. R.I.P.💔 https://t.co/eSaxLHKQ7T
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Bolton: I thought it was carefully staged. They must have thought about what look they wanted. He could have smiled. He could have looked benign. Instead, he looks like a thug.
‘The motorcade slid like a giant phallus gliding down the steamy streets of late summer Atlanta. Inside the man sat, orange as the sun that fell beyond the window. Clutching his homework in his tiny hands. He wrote in ‘215’ would they notice and make fun of him? He hoped not..’