how yacht rock saved me from the woke popes of the therapy profession

I'm a trooper for boz scaggs

I’ve been driving my wife crazy lately. Lucky for me, it’s a short trip - gas is very expensive these days.

Sometimes I drive her nuts with ranting and raving.

Other times its with comments and requests about how we stack the dishes.

Lately though?

I’ve been a torrent of yacht rock.

Yes.

Yacht rock.

I don’t think there’s a thing in the world that makes me happier than the over produced yacht rock of the 1970’s

She hates it.

For a long time I hung out with drips who judged people by the obscurity of their record collections.

Now?

I’ve discovered what I really like.

And what I really like right now?

Boz Scaggs’ Lido Shuffle.

On repeat.

I am not certain that there’s not a better pop song ever.

Actually?

There are a lot of them.

Lido Shuffle, Reelin’ in the Years, Baker Street, Margaritaville, Night Moves, Cheeseburger in Paradise?

This shit is PERFECTION. (note - It is most desperate wish that I do something that warrants someone giving me the nickname ‘Nightmoves'. That would be so fucking epic)

My god I …