I feel a song coming on… From 1979, The Little River Band, “Cool Change.”
I talked about “yacht rock” on Monday, which is just a form of “lite rock” (or, as I like to call it, “lite rawk”), and much of the Little River Band’s music fits the description, which is basically “light rock listened to by wealthy Yuppies while they’re on their yachts.”
You don’t hear about Yuppies (“young urban professionals,” if you aren’t familiar with the term) anymore. They’re still around, I’m sure, but they’re not called that anymore. At least I don’t think so. They’ve morphed into something different. I mean, the original Yuppies were Baby Boomers and are now all in their late fifties, early sixties, and I think the term was used so disparagingly that members of subsequent generations (their children, maybe?) did their best not to become them.
I never watched the TV show How I Met Your Mother, but the Neil Patrick Harris character (“Barney,” I think was his name) was kind of the quintessential Yuppie. Suit and tie, attitude, at least from what I gather.
Neil Patrick Harris as Barney Stinson in How I Met Your Mother (source)
Anyway, enough of that.
There used to be a lot of radio stations that had a “lite rock” format, such as WCLR in Chicago, which started out playing beautiful music, then changed formats.
Johnny Mathis, Barbra Streisand, and Frank Sinatra, “lite rock” artists? That was the Seventies for you. Anyway, they changed formats in 1989 to “hot adult contemporary” and their call letters to WTMX, “The Mix.” Changing call letters generally goes along with a change in format, but WQXI-FM in Atlanta changed their call letters to WSTR-FM and continued playing the same music. Go figure.
Speaking of “change” music (well, I was earlier), here’s another “yacht rock” favorite, Jimmy Buffett’s “Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes,” from 1977.
And, while I’m at it… here’s David Bowie, from 1972. Not yacht rock, but it fits.
I wanted to be, among other things, a disc jockey when I was younger (I bet that comes as a great shock to you, doesn’t it?), but somewhere along the way, I changed. I miss that kid who used to play disc jockey in his room. And the kid who dreamed of being a big rock star. I sit sometimes and wonder when the hell all that changed.