Will never forget the outrage when Sailing won sog and record of the year. Streisand and Summer had just killed off 10 years off disco with Enough is Enough (and it was! ) so it was time for a new direction. Sailing was lovely.
When I DJed at Hawai’i’s premiere homo disco the owner required that I play Enough is Enough several times each night, despite me being hired to spin for their ‘new wave night’.
Oh hell yeah!!!! I remember riding around Maui in my CJ5 Jeep with my cassette player bolted to the floor between the front seats with the speakers as a back seat BLASTING Chris Cross, Boz Scaggs, Steely…. DANG!!! Thanks for the memories 👏👏👏👏👏
Yacht Rock activates precisely one center of my brain, the suicide center. There is no single genre of music that makes me feel more repulsed down to my marrow than this one; sometimes I listen to it precisely because it makes me feel so terrible, and when I do, I actually writhe around in physical pain. This is music that makes me temporarily swear off white men for being so nakedly pathetic - I mean, seriously, when they say “make love” in a Yacht Rock song or speak of it any way waves of spiritual nausea pass through my being. I’d rather listen to a half hour of pots banging and toilets flushing with farting for a finale. The single biggest miracle of my life is that I made it through this shit playing on my clock radio when I was in 7th grade. Much of it was clearly created as a form of population and/or birth control. If you want your egg to go straight back up the tube, ladies, listen to Christopher Cross. Then listen to Toto and drink shitty rosé till you die.
Thank you for this explosive confession — a set of metaphors that deserve a stint on America’s Next Standup Star. Produced by the American Idol franchise.
OMG, "Ride Like the Wind" I thought I was the only person to appreciate that song. Thanks, Frederick!!
It’s so opera-like. 😂 Truly fascinating production.
One of the first 45s I bought with my own birthday money was Thunder Island... does that count??😂😂
Absolutely!
Joy reading. Thanks!
Will never forget the outrage when Sailing won sog and record of the year. Streisand and Summer had just killed off 10 years off disco with Enough is Enough (and it was! ) so it was time for a new direction. Sailing was lovely.
When I DJed at Hawai’i’s premiere homo disco the owner required that I play Enough is Enough several times each night, despite me being hired to spin for their ‘new wave night’.
Totally.
Oh hell yeah!!!! I remember riding around Maui in my CJ5 Jeep with my cassette player bolted to the floor between the front seats with the speakers as a back seat BLASTING Chris Cross, Boz Scaggs, Steely…. DANG!!! Thanks for the memories 👏👏👏👏👏
Honey, I think I almost flew over the top of your windshield once with you tearing around up country roads.
Remember when you ejected Talking Heads out of your player and threw it into a gully while going 50 mph. 🤣
😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂TOO FUNNY!😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂
Yacht rock was a blessed escape from my endless worrying and introspection. I will love it till the day I die.
Yacht Rock activates precisely one center of my brain, the suicide center. There is no single genre of music that makes me feel more repulsed down to my marrow than this one; sometimes I listen to it precisely because it makes me feel so terrible, and when I do, I actually writhe around in physical pain. This is music that makes me temporarily swear off white men for being so nakedly pathetic - I mean, seriously, when they say “make love” in a Yacht Rock song or speak of it any way waves of spiritual nausea pass through my being. I’d rather listen to a half hour of pots banging and toilets flushing with farting for a finale. The single biggest miracle of my life is that I made it through this shit playing on my clock radio when I was in 7th grade. Much of it was clearly created as a form of population and/or birth control. If you want your egg to go straight back up the tube, ladies, listen to Christopher Cross. Then listen to Toto and drink shitty rosé till you die.
Screaming like a rhesus monkey. 😂🤣♈️
Thank you for this explosive confession — a set of metaphors that deserve a stint on America’s Next Standup Star. Produced by the American Idol franchise.
I want the pills Paula was on when she did American Idol.