Raz-Ber-Ritas, trombone breaks, and goofing on Michael McDonald: A Steely Dan live review

Wednesday was the anniversary of my Natal Day, and along with the usual well-wishes from well-wishers, I was super psyched about my Celebratory Evening in the Inner Harbor of Baltimore, USA, to wit; Cocktails and a sumptuous repast at the Rusty Scupper, interrupted by cocktails, followed immediately by cocktails, and then a ride across the bounding main or whatever sailors call water, on the Water Taxi, to the totally sold-out and exciting Steely Dan concert at the Pier Six. Here is a list of the songs I remember Steely Dan performing, not in order except for the first one and the last two:

'Black Cow'

'Reelin' in the Years'

'Bodhisattva'

'My Old School'

'Peg'

'Time Out of Mind'

'Rikki Don't Lose That Number'

'FM"''Show Biz Kids'

'Hey Nineteen'

'Kid Charlemagne,' and then they shut it down with theme from the old "The Untouchables" TV show.

Here is the actual performed setlist featuring many more songs lost to my alcoholic haze as reported by The Setlist Wiki:

'Cubano Chant' (Ray Bryant cover)

'Black Cow'

'Aja'

'Hey Nineteen'

'Black Friday'

'Rikki Don't Lose That Number'

'Show Biz Kids'

'Time Out of Mind'

'Razor Boy'

'Bodhisattva'

'Home at Last'

'Daddy Don't Live in That New York City No More'

'FM (No Static at All)'

'I Want To (Do Everything for You)' (Joe Tex cover)

'Josie'

'Peg'

'My Old School'

'Reelin' in the Years'

Encore: 'Kid Charlemagne,' 'The Untouchables' (Nelson Riddle cover).

The sound of Steely Dan cut through the fog of the multiple Manhattans I enjoyed at the Scupper, as well as the various beers and two cans of BUD LIGHT LIME RAZ-BER-RITA that found their way into my hands on the lawn at Pier Six, where sporadically pretty much everyone would get up on their feet to dance to their fave Steely Dan jam. I think the one that got the sing-along crowd going was 'Peg,' but maybe that was just errbody who was goofing on the Michael McDonald backup parts, like

Peg
Peg
shutter falls
see it all
foreign movie

But like, kinda shouted, in the gauzy tenor of MacDonald, if he himself were able to shout in those inimitable muffled tones. I mean, Michael McDonald wasn't there on stage, and it doesn’t matter and I was way back on the lawn so I wasn't even sure if the other guy from Steely Dan was there, Walter Becker, the Oates, if you will, to Donald Fagen's Hall, which is coincidental because the actual item was appearing the next night, Sept. 18, Hall & Oates themselves, to complete some sort of "Yacht Rock" obligation, playing music on a pier within earshot of real live yachts?

But I dunno if Donald Fagen had anything to say about "Yacht Rock," the derogatory term employed by people who do not appreciate stuff by Steely Dan, and Michael MacDonald, who was a backup singer for Steely Dan before he exploded all over FM radio and errbody got sick to death of him, and Hall ampersand Oates, and Christopher Cross, and Michael McDonald-era Doobie Brothers, and Boz Scaggs, and Toto, except Toto really is awful and empty studio rock, just saying. Also Phil Collins, people got really sick of Phil Collins, but he is not even remotely Yacht Rockian.

It was a great show, the band had horn players and three great R&B/soul-style backup singers and Donald Fagen's voice sounded rough, but he soldiered on, although he did go on a bit of a talking jag that made me think he was trying to rest the pipes for a few, and there was a fucking trombone break during 'Hey Nineteen,' and you had to be there, and you really missed a great evening if you weren't, but still, if you hate Steely Dan, fine, whatever, you probably hate the Eagles too, so you are most likely a bandwagonesque type of unoriginal-thought follower, and that's fine, go back to sleep, meanwhile, 3,000 people in the seats and 1,000 people on the lawn (like me) were digging some righteous grooves and tasty licks (the guitar player was amazing, nailing all the different guitar parts from over the years), and everyone was happy and proud that Mr. Steely Dan stopped in Baltimore, and the whole lawn smelled like dope smoking, although probably not the "fine Columbian" from the aforementioned 'Hey Nineteen,' and the T-shirts were not very cool-looking so I didn't get one, and I would like to take this moment to directly request the Steely Dan company to make a T-shirt that reads I GOT THE STEELY DAN T-SHIRT in reference to the song 'Show Biz Kids,' who also in the song make movies for themselves and don't give a fuck about anybody else. When is the next Steely Dan concert? Sign me up.

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