A few days ago I kicked off this awesome YACHT contest, and we now have our winners. The best of the entries (and there was quite a few) was written by Arya Imig, who talked about the Yacht-rocking decadence of Steely Dan.

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Steely Dan - Rikki Don’t Lose That Number

Arya’s entry is after the jump.

A band named after a steam powered dildo from a William Burroughs book goes on to provide, no seriously, the best moment in Say Anything (John Mahoney warbling 'Rikki Don't Lose That Number'). The guitiarst, Jeff "Skunk" Baxter goes on to be a Pentagon advisor, defense consultant specalizing in missiles. I hated, hated, hated them for winning that Album of the Year Grammy in 2001, over Eminem and Paul Simon. I forgave them later - somebody burned me all their albums except, irritatingly enough, the band's debut album, the one with a line from a Dylan song, Can't Buy A Thrill("Well, I ride on a mailtrain, baby, Can't buy a thrill." - It Takes A Lot To Laugh, It Takes A Train To Cry). The radio hits rock, the solo albums suck, they are old and aging baby boomers now, hawaiian shirts in moth balls as their chest hair greys. Donald Fagen. Walter Becker. Smooth jazz isn't jazz, smooth jazz isn't jazz, smooth jazz isn't jazz, smooth jazz isn't jazz. Who would believe these guys are from the East Coast? - Arya Imig