The recording is being shared as 16 bit/44.1 kHz stereo FLACs.

Jimmy Buffett
Susquehanna Bank Center, Camden, NJ
August 28, 2012

01-Hot, Hot, Hot
02-One Particular Harbour
03-You'll Never Work in Dis Bidness Again
04-The Weather Is Here, I Wish You Were Beautiful
05-Growing Older but Not Up
06-Son of a Son of a Sailor
07-Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes
08-Come Monday
09-Knee Deep
10-Swingin' Hula Girl
11-Savannah Fare You Well
12-Volcano
13-Cheeseburger in Paradise
14-King of Somewhere Hot
15-Piece of Work
16-Pencil Thin Mustache
17-Southern Cross
18-Jolly Mon Sing
19-Who's the Blonde Stranger?
20-A Pirate Looks at Forty
21-Everybody's on the Phone
22-Margaritaville
23-All Night Long (All Night)

Encore

24-Bama Breeze
25-Brown Eyed Girl
26-It's 5 O'Clock Somewhere
27-Fins

Solo Second Encore

28-Tin Cup Chalice

Lineage: Stealth recorded and minimally produced by mrsaureus, sitting center forty feet back from the stage. Core-Sound High End Binaurals (DPA-4060 capsules) to Sony PCM-M10 (48 kHZ, 24 bit), WavePad Sound Editor to provide modest global amplification, cut into songs and export as16 bit/ 44.1 kHz FLACs. If people want it, I can share the 24/48 version. This is an audience recording that aims to document the experience of being in the crowd at the show, and features occasionally loud but appropriate crowd noise. This is the first time this recording is being shared.

This time we were Lounging at the Lagoon. Another year, another Jimmy Buffett tour, with another name evoking some mild, harmless bacchanalia whose main consequence is that there will be some good stories to tell later. Sometimes there�s a new album to plug, or an interesting musical guest, but not this time, so at bottom, this tour was Buffett as usual. For the last few years the band and the overall approach to the music has stayed pretty much the same, a high octane, high gloss, big band Vegas-style revue with excellent musicianship but sorely missing the quirk and twang of Coral Reefers past (Greg �Fingers� Taylor, where the hell are you, buddy?), while the setlist has evolved gradually through a slow churn of Buffett classics and the arrival/departure of favored covers.

Jimmy Buffett�s musical career has had that Grateful Dead arc: dedicated fan base, frequent well-attended tours, poor album sales, with no sign of it ever stopping. His business career, on the other hand, took one unexpected turn, when it launched into the stratosphere and made him one of the richest men in show business. Let me say that I was a fan way back before Jimmy Buffett managed to indelibly apply his brand to fratboy, spring-break-style fun for full-grown men and women and collect money every time a fat, pale-legged fifty-year old man in Bermuda shorts and a Hawaiian shirt pukes all over a pile of shoes and couple of handbags. And I have remained a fan in spite of everything (I have never held getting rich against anybody), even as it gets progressively harder to explain it to people, but I am NOT, and I consider this to be very important, a Parrothead. Those people are some dumb sumbitches.

For some reason Jimmy Buffett doesn�t play MSG anymore. I�m not sure why, because it was always a great show, usually late fall, early winter when the outdoor arenas were finally shuttered and the tour was winding down to a manic finish. So this year, for the first time, I drove down to Camden to see him at the Susquehanna Bank Center, and I�m glad I did, because it�s a great venue. If all you think of when you think of Camden is Campbell�s Soup and crack vials, don�t let that put you off. This part of Camden has a lot of charm, with some distinguished industrial architecture, the aquarium and Rutgers Camden all nearby in an open grassy campus style layout with Philly just across the river. And like the artsy areas of Newark, every fourth person you see is a cop. The venue itself is a partially covered amphitheater with lawn seating at the back, much like our very own PNC Bank Arts Center, but with suitably nautical trappings, being right on the Delaware River with the U. S. S. New Jersey visible from the high seats.

The weather was certainly there: balmy, clear and breezy, a perfect summer evening, and as the sun set and the show slid smoothly through the canon, I thought back to my first Buffett show, and it made me appreciate life�s constants. I was glad, more than thirty years later, to be somebody that youngster in Charleston, WV in 1978 would still recognize and still understand.