Quote of the Day: “Is it ignorance or apathy? Hey, I don’t know and I don’t care.” — Jimmy Buffett
Travellinbaen found himself at the Beau Rivage in Biloxi a few days ago, and for reasons irrelevant here decided to partake in the $22 buffet. Buffets have there place in the culinary world. They offer instant gratification and something to please everyone. But seldom, never in my experience, is a single buffet item the “best” in class. What I mean is, if you want fish, you may choose it happily at a buffet, but if that is ALL you want, and you want the best, you will go to your favorite seafood joint and order it off the menu.
So if you wanted to put out a buffet of songs, what would be on it? Remember, we must strive to please everyone. And nobody has to know if you find yourself humming along.
I am a firm believer that every cover band in the United States plays “Mustang Sally.” Yet you never hear this on the radio. I wonder why that is? But play this song at a dance and the people will follow their Pavlovian compulsion to wave their arms aloft and shimmy out to the dance floor. At any rate, any music buffet would be well served to be anchored with a double portion of this bar, wedding reception, and Mardi Gras ball staple.
My friend JBE has often pointed out that back in the late 80’s and early 90’s every frat house band would cover G-L-O-R-I-A-GLORIA. This is another excellent item for our trough. Danceable, lyrically friendly and loud. As we move along the buffet, we won’t be able to resist a taste of Buffett’s Margaritaville. Sure, its not good for you, but it has plenty of salt, and that always works on a buffet.
At a buffet, one often eats until even his eyes feel bloated, which reminds me of another tune guaranteed to get the folks out there to dance off the calories–Brown Eyed Girl. Yes, Van Morrison has a lot of songs that are better for you, but we can all get serious about our diet tomorrow.
A money making buffet always needs lots of cheesy casseroles, and on our music version, the entire catalog of John Cougar Mellencamp fills the bill. Hey, I seldom change channels when his tunes hit the airwaves, but I’d never waste one of my 2000 Ipod slots on Jack and Diane, would you?
Finally, we reach the desserts and if you saved room, its time for “Stroke It”. But if things are moving slower as you begin to get your fill, I gotta suggest topping off this potpourri with a song for all the closers out there, and those who want to be closed upon–Percy Sledge’s “When a Man Loves a Woman.”
I know I’m leaving out a ton of others and invite you to add to my list. After all, a buffet can only achieve lofty status and justify more than ten bucks, if it is obscenely indulgent. And I promise not to tell anyone you stopped by for a taste.