Yeah, shit yes. It's about time we got some Peter Allen on this podcast. And about time we examine the other coast, not the gold coast.

The Gulf Coast?

Not the Gulf Coast.

The East Coast.

Whoa, maybe.

There's a third coast.

Listen, Yacht Rock.

Yes.

It's undoubtedly a West Coast genre at its heart.

It's smooth and easy, laid back, yet professional, very little tension even when the song is about the most heartbroken pool in the marina.

But like any great disease, Yacht rock spread around like a hot rash. As musicians move back and

forth between the second best city in the country and the best, the sounds of their

polished pop infected each other. The LA sound got jazzier. The New York

sound got the kinks out of its neck. This song by Peter Allen, the one good Australian,

understood the appeal of both locations and he recognized that sometimes

you can't make up your mind as to where to live and as you jet back and forth you take up characteristics

of both. In this case according to the lyrics

Peter Allen can't decide between the girls on TV movies. Where's he going?

And the boys on Broadway so he said fuck fuck it, I'm going to be by Coastal, and he shook his butt in front of a piano.

It is impossible to be sad when you listen to Peter Allen and watch him dance.

No, yeah, it's a cure for depression.

But don't tell Pfizer because they'll stop selling their pills.

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