This March, I wrote a blog describing in great detail my burning hatred of Steely Dan. It didn’t go over well with their fans. Except for two positive comments, including one that I had to delete because it inexplicably ended with a jab at “The Jews,” they were all foaming at the mouth mad. So in the spirit of communication, let me address each of them in chronological order:
Strangely, this first one is the only one I agree with.
Wow, what a lucky woman! Between her having to iron your sweat pants every day and being forced to listen to horrendous 80s synth-pop while driving you to the food court, I can’t imagine why your marriage wouldn’t be going great? (Even Talk Talk doesn’t like Talk Talk.) Be honest, you’re not married. Your “wife” is a small tree trunk chopped down with lipstick smeared on and a wig.
Bad taste in music and no sense of humor is a lousy way to go through life. But what I can’t figure out is how can fans of the most Quaalude-y, 70s elevator music band of all time be so angry? How much cocaine do you have to ingest before your energy level rises above Bob Ross? And other than cold and fruit, the word “fusion” should never be associated with anything, ever. Especially jazz.
This one might actually be my favorite, because I freakin’ can’t stand Emerson, Lake & Palmer. They’re the only band that might rival Steely Dan in pompous, self-congratulatory noodling. So I knew that a bunch of prog-rock dorks’ heads were going to explode like Ian Anderson tipping over after too many one-legged flute solos.
If there is one thing I want readers of this particular blog post to understand, it’s that if I ever say the words “lush harmony and wonderful idiosyncratic lyrics culminating in a slick cohesive result” please stick an ice-pick into both of my ears in a slow, jiggly fashion. ICK! Gross! Seriously? I guarantee this guy talks to his toast.
For the record, I love punk rock and anything with heart. Bad Brains, Black Flag, Ramones, Replacements, The Clash, Jonathan Richman, Tom Waits, Bob Dylan, Johnny Cash, the Louvin Brothers, reggae, world music and on and on. I.e. the opposite of Steely Dan. It’s not about musicianship. But do you know what I don’t do if someone doesn’t like that stuff? Cry in my glittery unitard and throw my 45 keyboards around in anger. Because I’m an adult.
Feel free to leave more hate mail on this blog. But rest assured, your anger makes my soul glow bright.