♫ Margaritaville ♫

Now, this song isn’t likely a favourite of most of you, but bear with me, for there is a reason I’m playing it tonight.  You know that when I get a song stuck in my head, you’re going to hear it, for that’s about the only way I can exorcise it!  And there is a reason … a single line, actually … for this one being in my head!  I shall attempt to ‘splain.

I had concluded that I was losing what few marbles I had left.  On Monday, I was upstairs gathering towels for the laundry, when I remembered that the downstairs bathroom needed some toilet paper, so I tossed two rolls into the laundry basket to bring it downstairs.  Well, long story short, by the time I got to the bottom of the 15 stairs, I had forgotten all about the toilet paper, so it, along with numerous towels and washcloths, got tossed into the washing machine.  Took me an hour-and-a-half to clean up that mess!

But then, on Monday night, I lost the salt shaker.  It’s a nice salt shaker, big enough to only need re-filling once a month or so, lots of holes in the top …salt-shaker

I had used it to salt my food on Monday evening, and then … poof … it was gone!  We always keep it on the back of the stove, but it was nowhere to be seen.  Miss Goose and I both searched high and low yesterday … every cabinet, drawer … the pantry, the freezer, the fridge.  I even routed through ashes and kitty litter in the trash, but to no avail.  So, the song connection now becomes obvious, right?  There is a line in this song that goes … “Searchin’ for my large shaker of salt”.  As I tore my kitchen apart seeking my ‘large shaker of salt’, I was belting out this song at the top of my lungs, and … it got stuck in my head.  Oh, by the way … we found the salt shaker after daughter Chris came home tonight and I, with my head hung in humiliation, admitted that I had lost the salt shaker.  She, then remembered that she in fact had ‘borrowed’ it and buried it between the cushions of the sofa!  To my credit, I only yelled for a few minutes, and mostly in jest.

Long story short … if I’ve gotta have it stuck in my head, then you’ve gotta at least give it a listen.

Buffett wrote this song in Key West, Florida after he finished a tour with his group, the Coral Reefer Band. They had just toured Texas, and Buffett spent some time drinking Margaritas in a Mexican restaurant with a friend before going back to Key West. When he got there, he sat at the Old Anchor Inn watching gridlock on the roads – and used it as inspiration as he composed the song.

Buffett recorded this song at Criteria Studios in Miami with producer Norbert Putnam. Buffett and Putnam met in Nashville, which is where each did most of their work. When Buffett asked Putnam to work on an album of songs about a carefree lifestyle by the water, Putnam told him that he needed to be near the water when recording it if he was going to pull it off, so Miami it was. Putnam said …

“One day in the studio, he comes in and starts telling me about a day he had in Key West. He was coming home from a bar and he lost one of his flip-flops and he stepped on a beer can top and he couldn’t find the salt for his Margarita. He says he’s writing lyrics to it and I say ‘That’s a terrible idea for a song.’ He comes back in a few days later with ‘Wasted Away Again In Margaritaville’ and plays it and right then everyone knows it’s a hit song. Hell, it wasn’t a song – it was a movie.”

Jimmy Buffett

Nibblin’ on sponge cake
Watchin’ the sun bake
All of those tourists covered with oil
Strummin’ my six string on my front porch swing
Smell those shrimp they’re beginnin’ to boil

Wastin’ away again in Margaritaville
Searchin’ for my long lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there’s a woman to blame
But I know it’s nobody’s fault

Don’t know the reason
Stayed here all season
Nothing to show but this brand new tattoo
But it’s a real beauty
A Mexican cutie
How it got here I haven’t a clue

Wastin’ away again in Margaritaville
Searchin’ for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there’s a woman to blame
Now I think hell it could be my fault

I blew out my flip flop
Stepped on a pop top
Cut my heel had to cruise on back home
But there’s booze in the blender
And soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on

Wastin’ away again in Margaritaville
Searchin’ for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there’s a woman to blame
But I know it’s my own damn fault

Yes and some people claim that there’s a woman to blame
And I know it’s my own damn fault

Songwriters: Jimmy Buffett
Margaritaville lyrics © Coral Reefer Music, Kobalt

14 thoughts on “♫ Margaritaville ♫

  1. Jill, a very vivid song. I love the many references such as “watching the sun bake ,,, all of those tourists covered with oil.”

    What I also like is the progressive admission by stanza – from “it’s nobody’s fault” to “it could be my fault” to “it’s my own damn fault,”

    Question – try to think of a Buffett song without drinking or smoking involved. Then let me know, because I can’t come up with one. Keith

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    • You know … until you mentioned it, I never thought about the progressive admission of ‘fault’, but I see it now! I’m blind, I think, to subtle nuances. I’m glad you liked the song, and no … offhand I cannot think of a single one, but I’ll get back to you on that! 😉


  2. LOL! Oh your story brought a smile to me! We are soul sisters! Sounds so much like something I would do, as far as the toilet paper goes and cracking up about the salt shaker. Can’t think of why you didn’t think to look in between the sofa cushions for it! 🙂
    This song does have a catchy tune 🙂

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    • Ha ha … yes indeed, we are soul sisters! Tonight, when I brought my daughter her plate, I handed her the salt shaker and stood patiently waiting for her to hand it back, rather than trust her! Silly me, not looking between the sofa cushions! Glad you liked the song!


    • Awwww … thank you, but you didn’t have to do that. I thought you likely wouldn’t like this one, but after the salt shaker incident, I just had to play it. Stay tuned this morning, though, for a song that I think will make it up to you.

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    • No, somehow I cannot picture you with a Margarita! I don’t care for them, myself … too sweet or something. I do, however, enjoy a glass of cheap wine at the end of the day. Love ‘n hugs back to you, Jack! ❤


  3. I feel for you on the toilet paper. I first heard Margaritaville while driving some relatives from Detroit to Indiana. They were from Australia and they just loved it. (They were from Sidney) I finally gave them the cassette to take home. I went on to buy the four-CD set Jimmy put out. I play it once in a while. Thanks, Jill.

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    • Heh heh … it was quite a mess. I did the same thing last year with my insulin! Tossed it in the laundry basket to bring it downstairs, then forgot and threw it in the washer. The glass bottle of insulin didn’t break, but it ruined my tester and I had to buy a new one. You’d think I’d learn, wouldn’t you? I’m so glad you liked the song. And fun story about your relatives from Australia! Have you ever gone to visit them? I’d love to visit Oz … koalas, you know 😉

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