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.
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