Jimmy Buffet, don't even get me started on "trop rock." In a previous life, I was in a punk rock band and our drummer who lived in the Florida Keys got us a gig during a day-long music festival at a big spring break hotspot down there (Holiday Isle.)

We discovered that the beach bar next to the stage was owned by Bertie Higgins, so we dropped four increasingly off-key and obnoxious renditions of "Key Largo" into the set list. Maybe we expected Bertie to come out an throw coconuts at us, but I don't think anyone really noticed...