The Mobile Days (narration) - Jimmy Buffett

Buried Treasure, The Mobile Days

Hi this is Jimmy and welcome to Buried Treasure

there’s a reason why we’re calling this

collection of songs and stories Buried Treasure

Because they were literally buried in a closet

in a recording studio in Nashville for decades

They were discovered by an old friend Travis Turk

who actually recorded these tracks in Moblle, Alabama in 1969

and more in Nashville in the years following

When we both wound up moving there

Travis eventually recorded the first two albums I recorded

in Nashville as well

The actual buried treasure was discovered in Buzz Cason’s

Creative Workshop studio about ten years ago

Buzz is a legendary producer in Nashville and was

the first person to sign me to a recording contract

Well the universe must have been working

because as fate would have it, Travis had been hired

by Buzz as the sound engineer and in-house producer

When Buzz sold Creative Workshop to John and Martina

McBride

There was some cleaning up to do and Buzz asked Travis to

go through the storage room and see if anything was

worth saving before he ordered the dumpster bin

That’s when I got a call from Travis that he had found

a sizeable collection of quarter inch tapes that were

the demos of songs that I had written and recorded

for Buzz when I was writing for his publishing company

It turned out that there were over 125 songs in that pile

of tape boxes

Also discovered were the original first recordings Travis

had engineered in Mobile

And that is where the whole story of Buried Treasure starts

It was in 1969 when I returned to Mobile from my

coming-of-age years, living in the French Quarter

in New Orleans

As a 20-year-old and playing in a band in Bourbon Street

Driving East on Highway 90, the first song, light of my life

in my 1963 Ford Falcon, WTIX the mighty 690

was playing the soundtrack of my exodus from New Orleans

Elvis was caught in a trap, the Beatles were coming together

Sly was having a hot time in the summertime and

Paul Simon was in a clear ring with a boxer

I sang along, I knew all these songs by heart

Hell we’d play them every night at our gig on Bourbon Street

that long hot summer when the showbiz bug bit me

for the first time

And I never recovered

I knew that the stage was where I belonged

But staying beneath the brightly coloured lights

proved harder than I thought

More about this later but the simple fact was that

jobs in my newly chosen profession had become scare that fall

In one of the most musical places on earth

The only work i could find was playing drums,

Something I hadn’t done since I was in the St, Catherine’s school

marching band, when I was 12

It did not take that club manager long to figure out that he had

not hired the next Ringo Starr

It was the first and only job ever was fired from and he

was right

Trying to sort out my future, I looked to the past

I headed back to Eastern shore to try to sort things out

Yep, the prodigal son was going home

Before I knew it was back at the shipyard working days as an

electrician helper

And looking for gigs in the waterfront bars around Royal Street

at night

Then one morning I spot an ad in the Press Register announcing

Bob Cooke at the Admiral Corner bar at the Admiral Sims hotel

Bob had been the leader of a great group in New Orleans

He was a one-of-a-kind frontman

I studied him from far early that summer and then we became friends

when we wound up on the same bill at the Bayou Room

I was the sorcerer’s apprentice observing him from a barstool

doing his magic

He more than anyone, taught me how to work a crowd

I popped in on his show one night,

at the Admiral’s Corner and we caught up on his break

He had left the group and was doing solo gigs now

and happy to be a one-man show again

He invited me up that night to sit-in

The hometown boy was finally performing in his hometown

I became a regular guest performer and when the cocktail hour

piano player moved on, the manager at the hotel

offered me that spot

When Bob’s month was up, I got an offer to headline

It could not have come at a better time

The backdrop to all this was the grim shadow

to the Vietnam War, If you’re interested you can

read about those days in a story entitled Vietnam, Mississippi

in my first book

As it turned out I graduated from college along with solo’ing

an airplane for the first time

If I was going to Vietnam,

I sure as hell was gonna see it from a plane

As it worked out, the war passed me by but

the student loans coming due, did not

I was happy to have a steady job and steady income

Even if I was still in Mobile,

It took a while but I became a bit of a local attraction

Packing the animals corner to fire marshall capacity at weekends

75 people max

Of course with that kind of a following,

I started dreaming of the big time

again and hearing myself on the radio

Only thing was,

you have to have a record in order to get played on the radio

Well there were no major talent scouts

hanging around the Animal’s Corner in those days so

If I wanted to make a record to sell

at the gig and try to get on local radio,

I had to find a studio and of course pay

for the recording session myself

So way back then before Social Media

had sent us to space and back for instant information,

I let my fingers do the walking through the yellow pages

Until I came across an ad for Production Sound Studio’s

Sounded pretty professional to me.

I called the studio asked

about the rates and times and booked myself a session

To make a two-sided, 45 rpm record, I’ve always thought that

being born on Christmas entitled me to a few lucky breaks and

Travis Turk that day in the studio sure seemed to be one of those

Travis was a DJ on the local country station and an engineer

It was there that Travis introduced me to Milton Brown

who owned a studio and supposedly had Nashville connections

It turned out that indeed he did and it was MIlton

who gave me my first real break

Looking back it’s funny the way things turned out

Going back home was one of the best

and luckiest moves I ever made

My luck didn’t stop there though,

Travis moved to Nashville, where he recorded song demos

and produced my first album

But i’m getting a little ahead of myself

Speeding down the road to success here,

which certainly was not how it all came about

so we’ll just stick to the Mobile recording’s for now

A lot of the tape boxes Travis found, contained a good

number of songs I remember recording

But also quite a few that had slipped my memory

But these first two songs I could never forget

Don’t bring me candy and Abandoned on Tuesday

were the first two songs I wrote and recorded,

My first time in a real studio

Damn I sound young

That’s because I was, needless to say

Hearing these songs for the first time in 40 years

was a trip

It’s amazing how they immediately conjured up memories

of that first experience, of where and how the songs were written

Who played on the sessions, who was just hanging around the studio

What was going on in the music world beyond

Mobile and how in the hell can we get there

I think that’s why it’s so easy to

compare this collection with a hidden treasure

But the value of this discovery would be determined more by listeners

than by treasure hunters

The example that comes to mind for me

is Ry Cooder’s classic Buena Vista Social Club album

It was never supposed to happen

The original idea of having great musicians from Mali

travel to Cuba and validate the Afro Cuban roots of Carribean music

Turned into a tropical trainwreck, it is all wonderfully documented

in the film by the same name

When It was finished and had reached amazing critical and financial

success

Ry says in the opening segment of the film,

quote, you never know what the public is gonna buy

I certainly din’t even know if the public would ever hear anything

that came out of Project Sound

Well thanks to a lot of luck, we have dug it up, dusted it off and are

about to find out

So as the story goes, I made and paid for my record

It came out on the AudioMobile label

That first record did not get me through any doors

of any radio stations in my old hometown

But, it definitely was a career move

Though I didn’t know it at the time.

Milton provided

the launchpad from which my rocket blasted off

To where no Mobilean had ever gone before

So as they say in nautical terms

Product Sound Studio was the port from which I embarked

on this musical journey

Which has been a wonderful, amazing and lucky voyage that

continues to this day

So to the crew,

that great first crew that helped me cast off the lines,

from the Port of Mobile back in 1969,

To Travis, to Milton, Nick,

Johnny and Ricky and I’m sure people I’ve forgotten, Thank You

For sending me on this lovely cruise

And this is the song that started the

whole thing, it’s called Don’t Bring me Flowers