Hundred-Dollar Bag
I’ve become addicted to music on the golf course. I want to invite Bob Marley to play in my member-guest. What’s that? OK, I’ll take Jimmy Buffett, because I know he’s alive—I just bought his album “Live at Fenway Park.” The trouble with live concerts is too much talking and not enough music; Jimmy keeps interrupting the swing. My daughters tell me that buying music on iTunes is so Old School of me. I immediately sign up for Spotify. No Taylor Swift? So I search “golf and reggae,” and right at the top of the first page is a playlist put together by somebody named Pete Finch: “Reggae Songs That Sound Like They Might Be About Golf.” It’s got all the classics like “Swing & Dine,” “Scratch Walking,” “Rougher than Rough,”…