Is there gas in the caaaarrr?

The Dan, relaxing after a long tour.

Yes, there's gas in the caaaarrrrr!
Hello from the Abyss!
Welp, Summer is over, and with it the tremendous tequila soaked orgy that is my life May through September. I would first like to say to those whom I promised a new entry during that time, don't trust any thing I say at Zuma after six shots and eight tacos.

So what's new in my life? Let me tell you!

1. I finally got to see Donald Fagan and Walter Becker (aka STEELY F'N DAN!!!) play live for the first time. It was a "fan request night" to boot. With most bands, takeforinstanceidontknow.. Journey, that would be awesome. Nobody wants to hear new stuff with the little Malay guy singing in that eerie Steve Perry impersonation. They want to close their eyes and hear that diminutive leather-panted vocal doppelganger blast out, in  reverse order, Journey's Greatest Hits. (Reverse order because they can't make Don't Stop Believin' the second song. In reverse order it's the last song, with Only the Young as an encore, but I digress) Steely Dan fans are several, more varied types:

• The Casual Fan; This is your mom and dad, or whoever, who listens to WZLX or WROR and might have owned Aja but more likely Can't Buy a Thrill or Countdown to Ecstacy. They occasionally get the Doobie Brothers and Steely Dan confused. They might even think Dirty Work was by the Eagles. They want hits.. Reelin' in the Years, My Old School, Hey Nineteen, Rikki Don't Lose That Number. The songs that were played at parties when they were single and doing rails and smoking joints and having promiscuous sex. They all fall into the Journey concert catagory.
• The Music Snob Steely Dan Nut; This guy (or gal, but like with the Simpsons, Star Trek, Zombies, Metal or online war games most hardcore fans tend to be guys) could be a hipster, a musician, and/or a cynical a-hole.. Yes, I fall firmly into this catagory. They were in the balcony (65 bucks versus 200+) saying things like "I voted for Here at the Western World like 50 times!", " I hope they do Green Earrings or Razor Boy." or "I like this guy on guitar but I wish they were touring with Drew Zingg, I went to school with him." et cetera. Their arch enemies are the Casual Fans, whom they are afraid will doom them to a night with no deep cuts. They want to hear the songs that they listen to at Emerson or Berklee or in their parents' basements while doing rails and smoking joints and wishing they were having promiscuous sex.
• The Hybrids; These are people that want to hear the hits but know some deep cuts. They also want to hear Dr. Wu, Haitian Divorce, Bad Sneakers, Peg, Showbiz Kids.. popular songs but not necessarily hits. They know the drum fill in Aja but don't know the drummer's name. Some of these were friends or offspring of the two groups above. I won't comment on their drug use or sex lives, they were demographically all over the place.

So I 'hit the Wang' (Wang Center, tee hee) and sat in the nose bleeds with these characters. Donald Fagan looked like a white Ray Charles with the DT's, but sounded good. Walter Becker likes to play leaning on a chair with his ass. I mean he leans on his ass, he doesn't play with it. Fagan traded his awesome keytar for a rad melodica. The show was great, "The Hybrids" and "Casual Fans" won out with the rest of us muttering under our breath as we left that the voting site was dubious at best.

Well, that's all I have at the moment, what do you want? Nothing to see here.. (yes, I deleted the part about not drinking anymore. I KNEW that would be the kiss of death to my sobriety. oops)