It was a long time before I could tolerate Steely Dan, much less enjoy them. I’ve posted here before about being in elementary school, around the time Gaucho came out, and we had a very irascible gym teacher who made us line dance to “Peg” and “Hey Nineteen.” I could not hear Steely Dan without imagining her going apoplectic, ranting raving and shrieking (at all of us) over some perceived infraction (committed – or not – by one of us). When I found out what “Steely Dan” meant it raised them in my estimation some, but it wasn’t until I was listening to large doses of both jazz and R&B that I liked their music at all. They’ve since become one of my favorites.
