I had a friend, Larry, in undergrad at Millsaps, who was from Pascagoula. He told us about this kid who visited his grandparents every summer in their neighborhood. He said this guy was playing in a place in Hattiesburg and we should go see him. We never did, but he told a funny story about this guy going to tryout for Chet Adkins in Nashville during his Freshman year at USM. Chet told him that he was too inexperienced and suggested he go play music venues until he learned his craft. He thought he was pretty good, now, and he got drunk in Nashville that night. When he woke up the next morning, the only thing that was on Sunday morning TV was televangelist. He wrote a song about it, “My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink, and I don’t love Jesus.” We laughed at Larry’s story.
In 1976, I went to graduate school at State. Buffett and the band were playing at the McCarthy Gym. “Margaritaville” was now his big hit. Loved the music and went out to buy his latest album the next day. Side two, second cut….”My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink, and I Don’t Love Jesus.” I said to myself, Larry, you grew up with Jimmy Buffett.