I took a lot of shit in high school and college for liking Steely Dan, but my attitude was: screw ’em. Like the song says – you wouldn’t know a diamond if you held it in your hand; the things you think are precious I can’t understand.
Of course, at that stage of my life, that was my attitude toward most things. But that’s another story … back in those days, though, when I went to a party, I always seemed to end up near the stereo, and I’d think nothing of slapping on one of the Dan’s records in between, say, London Calling and More Songs About Buildings and Food. Even if it wasn’t my house.
The Deadheads were not pleased. Neither were the metalheads. Or the guy in the corner, who no one seemed to know, howling about Van Halen.
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Sure, they may have dressed their tunes up in cool jazz chords and samba beats, but the reality is, Steely Dan was subversive as hell; all of their songs were about misanthropes, misfits and missed opportunities. Yet the production was immaculate, and the tunes themselves were slick enough that the authorities in your life never seemed to catch on to what they were actually saying.
I was hooked. I still am. That was Bob Dylan to me.
So when Walter Becker died last week, it was a big deal to me. Of course it was, because when the final curtain comes down on a celebrity/idol/hero of our youth, we tend to think of these things in terms of ourselves. Where we were when we first heard that song. Where we are now. Where we’re gonna be all too soon. I’m certainly no different.
And these days, I’m not that kid any more. I’m middle-aged. I’m a Dad. And my everlasting summer, I can see it fading fast.
So what the hell does this all have to do with bariatric surgery? Not much, directly, I guess. But with the gastric sleeve, I’m grabbing a piece of something that I think is gonna last. I just hope it does.
Back in the reality of the day-to-day, though, summer most definitely is fading fast, even if I’m not quite ready to let it go. So I mixed up this to try and hold on for just another day. Enjoy.
And don’t forget to track that fluid intake. Dehydration’s a bitch.
1/2 cup lemon juice
3 1/2 cups water
3 tsp Stevia
Combine all ingredients in a quart bottle. Shake vigorously. Serve over ice.