To paraphrase Aaron and Linda, I don’t know much. But I do know three things to be a fact:
- What you carry as a lunchbox says more about you then just about anything else.
- There is no such thing as good flan (thank you William H. Macy).
- Your roommates in college will directly affect your musical tastes for the rest of your life.
Great example of the music/college theory? And labels, please take note. You may want to plant people in dorms to break new music.
When I was a Freshman in college, my knowledge of Jimmy Buffett came from the jukebox at the Longbranch Bar in Minong, Wisconsin, where myself and other underage camp counselors with fake ID’s would repair at night to woo drunk local chicks and the hot counselors from Camp Birch Trail. (Note: BT was a camp for girls. Wanted to clear that up)
“Margaritaville” was on the jukebox and when I went off to college, I’d heard it about 20,000 times. All at The ‘Branch. My assigned roommate was from Hialeah, Florida and he had the whole Buffett catalogue on vinyl. Every freaking album and he listened to them about 23 hours a day. No court would have convicted me if I’d ever carried through on my 4 a.m. fantasies.
But…I left in May and returned to Minnesota having gone and bought all the records for my own collection. And I played them whenever a friend was stupid enough to let me near their stereo. I began to have converts. I dragged a bunch of them to Jimmy’s 4th of July concert and and that pretty much sealed the deal. I’ve since gone on to other things but several of them are still Buffett freaks. I’m still waiting for Jimmy to send me a check as a thank you. Read more…