It’s sometime in the early ’90’s. I’m in high school and in the midst of my punk phase where I was into music like Black Flag, The Ramones, Husker Du and the like. Green Day and the Offspring were maybe a year or two away at that point and I’m sure you can imagine how much everyone getting into that “Keep ’em separated” song and body piercing annoyed me. I generally keep a perspective of “music is music” but mall punk is, and always will be, for the birds. I wanted the REAL shit. Loud guitars, fast beats, Henry Rollins punching people. Although I will say later on, when my dogmatic views on music stopped being so damn annoying, I grew to like Green Day.
Anyway, I saw an interview with Steve Jones, the guitar player from the Sex Pistols, in one of the many guitar magazines I read. They asked him something along the lines of “Who are you rebelling against?” And he said “Steely Dan. Shit like that.” (please note I’m paraphrasing. He may have said “shite”) I remember also seeing an interview with Joey Ramone where he listed off bands that the Ramones were a reaction against. Steely Dan was one of them. So since my musical heroes at the time declared Steely Dan an enemy of the state I thought “Wow, they must be bad news if the dude from the Sex Pistols doesn’t dig them.” Even though at the time I couldn’t tell you anything they did. Keep in mind I was young and dopey.
Cut to today and I love Steely Dan. The Aja album and Can’t Buy a Thrill discs are my current favorites. Right now I’ve got the Aja album going in the background. The songs are amazing and the musicianship is inconceivably tight. Donald Fagen and Walter Becker are notorious for their perfectionism. But so what? The music is great. It’s on a big scale. And they get way more plays today then the Sex Pistols do. Probably an age thing.
So ‘Do it Again’, easily one of my favorite tracks, is now going and I just finished off some leftover Dominos hand-tossed with bacon and mushrooms. I’m looking into my kitchen and I see an empty Dominos box on top of another empty Dominos box. I eat way too much of this shit. I do love me some pizza, though. And I shouldn’t like Dominos of all places but I can’t help it. Local places are pretty much always better, but they don’t have a pizza tracker.
The Pizza Tracker! I swear that goddamn thing is a work of art. You keep track of your order step by step and let you know exactly when it’s out for delivery. Basically it lets you know when you need to put pants on. Because you’re about to have company. I’ve learned in life that this always good information to have. Genius, I’m telling you.
‘Reeling in the Years’ is delightfully chugging along in the background. Somewhere in my psyche there’s a teenage me that’s mad at the 30-something me. And the 30-something me is telling the teenage me to calm the fuck down. And help him eat some of this pizza.