I don’t know who came up with the term “yacht rock” but I bet he’s an asshole (and I’m sure he’s a he). Whoever he is, I bet he actually gets mad about wanting to be acknowledged as the person who came up with the term “yacht rock”. I bet it’s in his social media bio, irregardless of what kind of character limit is there. (Yeah, I used “irregardless” as a word, because the type of dude who invents “yacht rock” as a term and then gets mad about people not giving him the proper credit for thinking that stupid shit up is exactly the type of guy that will explain to you how “irregardless” ain’t a word, even though when you read that shit, you knew what I meant, because that’s how words work, even if you refuse to acknowledge them being an official real people word.)
By the way, this double album got played a lot in my household growing up. I can sing the fuck out of this song any minute of any day, and when it comes on, I got a head full of memories playing with my secondhand off-brand toys while this was blasting. It's a double LP, but I can tell you from my memories, that my folks played Side A specifically way the fuck more than anything else (which this song is off of). Anyways, if I ever get married to the beech tree behind the house like I've been wanting to for a while now, this is gonna be our wedding song.
