OK, Well some of this may need some ‘splainin’ to anyone who wasn’t a victim I mean,
passenger aboard the Atlanta Cruise, but then again, maybe not. After all, there is a nearly universal set
of experiences we as Parrot Heads seem to have, with only the places and the names of the accused
changing. For instance, I think most of us know it is unwise to be the first one to pass out- - especially if
your (so called) “friends” are still going strong AND there happens to be some sharpies laying around...
or that it’s not the best idea to be drunk and sober 3 times in one day several days in a row. I think we can
all identify with the lucky one who wakes in a coconut bra, a pink banana hammock, and bald.
I think I went into this cruise thinking I pretty much knew the score- - we’ve played group cruises,
contracted with Disney, yada yada... Well, I found out in VERY short order that I had NO idea how much fun
there as to be had at the hands of 500 of my newest best friends. There were concerts by AMAZING
players, a “Pink out” night... St. Patrick’s party, a full-out-all-musician jam at Senor Frog’s in Cozumel... Not
to mention the FOOD! Especially the Chocolate Melting Cake immortalized in song late one night by
Robbie. There were excursions, jam sessions, pool invasions, and the list goes on.
As far as the song, it’s my story and I’m sticking to it. There really was an amish looking guy
who scared John Frinzi at the Cruise Pre-Party... and no, I do not believe he sobered up until loooooong after
we’d docked back at the Port of Tampa, following a shotgun marriage on the last sea day. We really did go
bar hopping aboard- all 11 bars found themselves suddenly inundated with boisterous people in loud shirts...
bartenders were wide-eyed and ships musicians were ecstatic. 30 minutes later, amidst chants of “GO! GO!
GO!” we disappeared as suddenly as we had appeared, leaving a wake of “what the hell just happened?!”
There really were shots off of a ski, and togas, and this is just the stuff I remember.
Brent Jones? Not a bad guy actually. In fact, he’s pretty awesome for the good time that’s
waiting for everyone. My desire for God to smite him was brief and now I only hold love and admiration for
a man whose favorite part of ziplining was putting on the harness.
If you’ve not been on the Atlanta cruise, you absolutely MUST. Go to www.parrotheadcruise.com
for more incriminating evidence, pictures, and stories. Go on- - do it- -
let somebody write a song about YOU.
P.S., a Thousand Thanks to Lewie Edwards for videoing the song, thus creating the only audio copy in
existence. I’m sure the people at the copyright office are still shaking their heads over this one. Thanks to
JimDad Kenney for the background photo. Lastly, thanks to my fellow cruisers- none of whom attacked me
with a sharpie marker but did provide me great inspiration.
All proceeds from the sale of this CD will go to
the current year Atlanta Parrot Head Cruise Breast Cancer fund.