Producer: Don Gant for ABC Records
Original Vinyl Information:
DSX 50150, ABC/Dunhill Records. No gatefold or any interior packaging pieces of any kind, lyrics, credits and liner notes all on back cover. Black ABC/Dunhill label, generic orange ABC/Dunhill sleeve with a
silhouette of a family holding hands on a mountainside on it.
Re-issued Vinyl Information:
MCA 37026, MCA Records. Due to the album not including a gatefold or any interior packaging, this was the only album not affected by MCA’s
reissuing/packaging cut down. Logo changes, minor fine print alterations and a different generic sleeve are the only changes.
Original CD Information:
MCAD-1589, MCA. Few liner notes, but no original art except for the cover photo. Back cover art missing. Out of print.
Re-issued CD Information:
MCAD-31090, MCA. “Compact Disc, Compact Price”. Lyrics, credits and liner notes missing.
Ultradisc re-mastered gold CD release on April 13, 1999.
* Steve Goodman appears through the courtesy of Buddah Records
God’s own Truck appears through the courtesy of Monroe County Glass Co., Key West, Florida
Recorded at: Glaser Sound, Nashville, Tennessee
Engineer: Lee Hazen
Cover Photo: Guy de la Valden
Album Design: Alan Sekuler
Art Direction: Ruby Boyd Mazur
Special Thanks: (In Key West) To Bob Hall and Sea Farms, and The Thompson O’Neal Shrimp Co. for supplying the pink crustaceans which made a great cover and a fine dinner. (In Nashville) To Don Light for the guidance and patience over the last few years.
The folk orientation in recent music has always been selective and little arbitrary. We are beset by the quack minstrels of a non-existent America, bayed at by the children of retired orthodontists about “hard times” and just generally depleted by all the clown biographies and ersatz subject matter of the drugs-and-country insurgence that is replacing an earlier song mafia. In fact, maybe your stereo has already shorted out with slobber anyway. Nevertheless, it does not seem too late for Jimmy Buffett to arrive. He is dedicated as ever to certain indecencies and shall we say reversible brain damage; his duties toward the shadowy Club Mandible in Key West have yet to be explained. And of course he has never washed dishes or owned a puppet show. Still, he was among the first of the Sucking Chest Wound Singers to sleep on the yellow line. And as a souvenir of some not so terrible times, this throwback altar boy of Mobile, Alabama brings spacey up-country tunes strewn with forgotten crabtraps, Confederate memories, chemical daydreams, Ipana vulgarity,
ukulele madness and yes Larry, a certain sweetness. But there is a good deal to admire in Buffett’s inspired evocations from this queerly amalgamated past most Americans now share. What Jimmy Buffett knows is that our personal music history lies at the curious hinterland where Hank Williams and Xavier Cugat meet with somewhat less animosity than the
theoreticians would have us believe.
Liner Notes courtesy BuffettRemasters.com