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Meeting<br />
Jimmy Buffett<br />
By Bill Kelly<br />
The first time I met Jimmy Buffett was at the Caribbean Club—the old Key Largo Hotel bar—<br />
before he made it big time. The original wood clapboard hotel where the classic Bogart<br />
film, Key Largo, was filmed had burned down long ago, and in its place was this little one story<br />
bungalow, shot and beer bar on the bay, with a juke box and a pool table.<br />
Stopping there on the way to Key West with some friends, we were shooting pool with Lynn<br />
Delcorio and the guys from the Quiescence dive shop, when Jimmy, apparently having been<br />
asleep in the corner booth, woke up and introduced himself.<br />
Since he didn’t have a hit song yet, nobody knew who he was, but he fit in well with our crowd,<br />
bought a round of drinks and fell into the nine-ball rotation with the guys while the girls sat in<br />
lounge chairs out back under the palm trees by the bay.<br />
Later Jimmy played guitar and sang during the open mic night and won the $50 prize, which<br />
was a lot of money in the days when a bottle of beer cost fifty cents.<br />
It must have been an interesting time in his life because he mentions it in his autobiography.<br />
A few years later we were all glad to hear his songs on the radio and were proud to know him,<br />
especially when he made it, and made it big-time from such humble beginnings. And from all<br />
accounts, the money and celebrity didn’t seem to change his personality or style.<br />
When we finally got back to Key West, after parking the van at the trailer park next to the<br />
shrimp boat docks, we went to Jimmy’s then new bar—Margaritaville. Jimmy wasn’t there, but<br />
the bartender said to stick around, as he was due in to pick up the receipts. Sure enough, he<br />
came in, went right to the cash register, counted the money and put it in his pockets. As he<br />
was walking out, I stopped him and asked if he remembered us from the Key Largo days.<br />
He stood back and scanned us, clicked his fingers and then said, “Nine ball, the afternoon I<br />
won open mic night, right?”<br />
I was surprised that he recalled us and asked, “You mean that was such a special day that you<br />
really remember it?”<br />
And he said with a laugh, “You must think that I always slept in the back booth there. Sure I<br />
remember it. I just got my first record contract and I was on a load, but yeah, I remember you<br />
guys.”<br />
A crowd had developed around us, and somebody tugged at Jimmy’s shirt and asked him for<br />
an autograph. He smiled, shrugged and signed, but then somebody wanted a photo of them<br />
together, and people started pestering him, and buzzing around like flies, so he just waved to<br />
us as he walked backwards out the kitchen door.<br />
That was the last time I saw Jimmy until Freemantle, Australia, 1987, during the America’s Cup<br />
sailing regatta. We were cheering on Dennis Conner to win back the Cup he had lost to the<br />
Aussies in Newport, Rhode Island, four years earlier. The Cup is the oldest sports trophy in<br />
competition and it was the first time since 1858 that a foreign country had taken the America’s<br />
Cup away. Dennis Conner was embarrassed he had lost it and was determined to win it back.<br />
Jimmy wrote a song about it, and Americans who had never sailed in their lives were suddenly<br />
interested in the America’s Cup sailboat race on the other side of the world.<br />
I heard Jimmy was in Freemantle from Joe Scafario, my Ocean City, NJ neighbor, who caught<br />
up with me at the Sail & Anchor pub. Joe said that he was walking around the Cape May-like<br />
Victorian port town when he came across Jimmy playing guitar and singing on a street corner<br />
like a vagabond, and he had a video to prove it.<br />
A few days later I caught up with Buffett at the bar of the Sail & Anchor. Jimmy was by himself,<br />
having a cold Swan, the local beer.<br />
I slipped up to the bar next to him and even though I had grown a beard since I saw him last<br />
he recognized me. “Key Largo, right? Nine-ball,” he snapped his fingers.<br />
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“You Jersey guys are the only ones I know who play nine-ball like that.”<br />
After shooting the breeze and trading a few shouts—Australian for rounds of beer—Jimmy said<br />
he really enjoyed being Down Under.<br />
“They don’t recognize me here,” he said, incredulously. “So I can go out and about like this<br />
without people bothering me. I can’t do this at home. I can’t even hang out at my own joint<br />
because of the freaking idiots who just want a piece of me—my signature, my picture, do this,<br />
do that, I can’t even go out in public anymore. But here they don’t know me. It’s great.”<br />
Just then a new Australian friend came up to me and said, “Hey Ned, What about you now?”<br />
I explained to Jimmy that the Aussies nicknamed me Ned, after their famous outlaw Ned Kelly,<br />
and I introduced him, “Ian, this here’s my American friend Jimmy Buffett.” They shake hands<br />
and Ian orders a shout for the three of us, and asks Jimmy what he does in America. Jimmy<br />
looks at me, laughs and slaps his thigh. “See!”<br />
They knew his songs if you named them, and hummed a few bars, but his name and reputation<br />
hadn’t quite gotten as far as Freemantle yet—partially because the people there pretty much<br />
live a laid back Jimmy Buffet lifestyle anyway, so it isn’t that special.<br />
The America’s Cup races went on for weeks, through November and December, our winter<br />
being their summer, and the competition was fierce. Once there was a break in the action,<br />
before the main showdown between Dennis and the Australians, they had the America’s Cup<br />
Ball.<br />
A black tie affair in which Prince Albert of Monaco, another Ocean City neighbor, was the guest<br />
of honor, the America’s Cup Ball is the principal social affair of the entire event, and everyone<br />
has a smashing good time. I knew Albert from Ocean City, where his family has a beach house<br />
on the street where I lived, and I saw his mother give the winning trophy to Graham Hill at the<br />
1970 Monaco Grand Prix, but we only nodded at each other on the dance floor.<br />
All of the best Australian bands took turns performing, and about three o’clock in the morning<br />
the emcee said, “We understand that the American pop star Jimmy Buffet is in the house and<br />
we’d like him to come up here and sing us a song.”<br />
I hadn’t seen Jimmy all evening, but he came through the crowd towards me laughing and<br />
said, “Now I’m a Pop Star, how about that Kelly?”<br />
Then he grabs me by the arm and leans over and says in my ear, “Do you believe this? I’m in<br />
a suit and tie and I’m still UNDERdressed.” Just then a flash went off and somebody took a<br />
picture of us. [See photo on right]<br />
While all the other men wore black tie<br />
tuxedos, Jimmy had on this white suit<br />
and white tie, thus expressing his casual<br />
individuality without insulting our Aussie<br />
guests.<br />
A few days later, at the Sail & Anchor,<br />
Jimmy was saying that he was<br />
disappointed that he didn’t get a chance<br />
to play for Dennis Conner’s Stars & Stripes<br />
crew, who were always sailing, either<br />
practicing or competing. So one night Bill Kelly and Jimmy Buffett<br />
he threw a party for the crew at the<br />
Freemantle Beach Bar, where he gave them a good show.<br />
I had met a local Australian singer-songwriter at the Eagle’s (Australian rules) football stadium<br />
a few weeks earlier, and she had tickets to see Kenny Rogers and Dolly Parton at the arena,<br />
but I convinced her Jimmy would be better.