And that night he was a sweaty, beautiful mess. He started crouched on the floor—his computer bleating out frantic beats. He slowly merged with the beats until he was a whirling dervish; a mystic performer in ecstasy.
Bobby Birdman, man.
It was Mr. Birdman though who stole the night. He had what YACHT cops now: Pop vocals and effortless charm, and something no one else could capture—he plays laid back Caribbean guitar patterns and sings surprisingly complex vocal arrangements. His discography is peerless and criminally overlooked.
Tonight at the Vera, it’ll be different. YACHT sings now and has made a star turn with his latest venture in LCD System-y funky dance jams.
YACHT and Bobby Birdman play the Vera Project tonight; a show that'll be worth reminiscing about four years from now.