This description of our formation appeared in one of our early newsletters. While some of the references are dated, and Bart has passed away, the story is still as close to the truth as we'll admit.
We weren't Buffett fans when he first started hitting it big. College and finances didn't allow time or money for extras, like albums, so we didn't follow anyone closely at the time. If it wasn't on the radio, we didn't hear it. Fortunately, JB WAS on the radio a lot in the 70's, so we became very familiar with the basic stuff, the songs you know by heart.
While at that time we didn't know many of his songs, we did share a love of the sea. For vacations, we headed south. After graduation from college, I made sure my first job was on the coast. Even when we later moved to the foothills of the North Georgia mountains, our dreams kept us at the beach.
It was around '88 that we started realizing that Jimmy's songs were so closely aligned with our fantasies. Changes in Latitudes, One Particular Harbor, they all helped satisfy our craving to be beach side. We had one or two CDs and by the time we took a western Caribbean cruise in '90, we knew enough to hum "Lovely Cruise" as the boat came into the harbor.
We were hooked, and bought everything we could afford, and were able to sing along with Jimmy that summer as we attended our first JB concert ever. We had first draw in the lottery, so we had excellent seats. A very great year.
In 1992, an employee heard me talking about having Jimmy Buffett concert tickets and with a grin said her step-father knew someone on Jimmy's crew. Sure, I said, right. She swore it was true. A couple of days later, her step-father came in, introduced himself (BART) and we started talking about Buffett. He brought in his scrapbook, with pictures of him, Fingers, Buffett, Tim Schmidt, and other Reefers.