like a thief in the night song i pull up

It’s the conflation of pride and chagrin I’ve always felt anytime a white person inhabits blackness with gusto. Playing black-music detective that day, I laughed out of bafflement and embarrassment and exhilaration. It aims to reframe the country’s history by placing the consequences of slavery and the contributions of black Americans at the very center of our national narrative.

The 1619 Project is an ongoing initiative from The New York Times Magazine that began in August 2019, the 400th anniversary of the beginning of American slavery. He sounds as if he’s baring it all yet begging to wring himself out even more. What bowls you over is the intensity of his yearning - teary in the verses, snarling during the chorus. But Loggins delivers the lyrics in a desperate stage whisper, like someone determined to make the kind of love that doesn’t wake the baby. “This Is It” was a hit in 1979 and has the requisite smoothness to keep the yacht rocking. Then Kenny Loggins’s “This Is It” arrived and took things far beyond the line. Which artists would saunter up to the racial border? And which could do their sauntering without violating it? I could hear degrees of blackness in the choir-loft certitude of Doobie Brothers-era Michael McDonald on “What a Fool Believes” in the rubber-band soul of Steely Dan’s “Do It Again” in the malt-liquor misery of Ace’s “How Long” and the toy-boat wistfulness of Little River Band’s “Reminiscing.” I started putting each track under investigation.

I had to laugh - not because as a category Yacht Rock is absurd, but because what I tasted in that absurdity was black. But as the hours passed and dozens of songs accrued, the sound gravitated toward a familiar quality that I couldn’t give language to but could practically taste: an earnest Christian yearning that would reach, for a moment, into Baptist rawness, into a known warmth. With two exceptions, they were all white. “A tongue-in-cheek name for the breezy sounds of late ’70s/early ’80s soft rock” is Pandora’s definition, accompanied by an exhortation to “put on your Dockers, pull up a deck chair and relax.” With a single exception, the passengers aboard the yacht were all dudes. I’ve got a friend who’s an incurable Pandora guy, and one Saturday while we were making dinner, he found a station called Yacht Rock.

Like a thief in the night song i pull up