Ever since Cap'n Parrothead docked his boat at this summers Bonnaroo for a surprise set while we were docking our butts in the Porta-Potty, when hear the name Buffett we have a Pavlovian flashback to simmering pee and rancid Bonna-poo. Frankly, it's not dissimilar to the reaction we have when we find out we have to go to our in-laws for the holidays. So really, wherever we end up, we lose. Regardless, traditions are what make this season special, even if that tradition is celebrating the birth of a man whose greatest contribution to world culture is a song about cheeseburgers. Buffet just released a new album, Buffett Hotel, which actually broke the Top 20 album charts, so at least there will be something new to talk about besides Aunt Ethel's Margaritaville thong and pasties. Ewww.
Fri., Dec. 25, 2009