Jimmy Buffett Cynthia Woods Mitchell Pavilion May 29, 2014
When I grow up, I want to be Jimmy Buffett.
Dude has everything. At 67, he runs around in bermuda shorts and worn old T-shirts, singing about the lives of sailors and beach bums while his adoring fans known as "Parrotheads" flock to his concerts in droves. They even coordinate their shark-themed dance moves to his music, and down Landsharks while doing so. It has got to be an awesome life.
At least it sure seemed to be last night at Cynthia Woods, when Buffett took the stage on the Houston stop of his annual tour. Surrounded by Hawaiian shirts and bouncing beach balls, he was as one has come to expect: all smiles, and all hits.
From the tiki palapa-covered set onstage to the barefoot backup singers and the beautiful -- and surprisingly not cheesy -- scenes of blue oceans and white-sand beaches rolling in behind him on the big screen, Buffett's show managed to turn the landlocked Woodlands into an insta-beach-party. It was pretty impressive, considering late May is usually quite swampy and not at all beachy, for the most part. But somehow, Buffett even talked the unseasonably tepid air into cooperating.