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August 29, 2025 On a late summer Friday, we raise our glasses, salt or sugar rim, dealer’s choice, to a songwriter who taught us that a life well‑lived is less about escaping reality and more about noticing it. The second annual Jimmy Buffett Day is not just a date; it’s a ritual. It’s the…
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“If life gives you limes, make margaritas.” We, the flip-flopped faithful, the tan-lined tribe of tropical daydreamers, do hereby declare this sacred scroll of sunburned wisdom: The Parrothead Manifesto. It is not a law book. It is not a rule book. It is not even laminated (because laminated things don’t float, and we always…
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There are sharks in the water, and not all of them have dorsal fins. In the sunlit surf of Jimmy Buffett’s 1979 single Fins, the threat isn’t a toothy great white circling below. It’s the sleek, suntanned “land sharks” who prowl the sandbars, drinks in hand, eyes scanning for the next easy catch. Released…
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In the silence between heartbeats,there lives a sound that knows your name.Before the first word, before the first wound,music was there, cradling the cosmos,a lullaby sung by stars over the sleeping earth. Music is not just art.It is therapy in motion,medicine dressed in melody,a balm that slips between the crackswhere even light is too…
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Music is more than sound, it is a force that moves the human soul, transcends boundaries, and speaks the language of emotion without the need for words.
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A song as light as the morning, and as deep as the soul… It begins not with thunder, but with sunlight.With a melody so simple it floats, like wings, like breath, like hope not yet spoken aloud. Bob Marley didn’t just write a song when he gave us Three Little Birds. He offered the…