Curse you, Steely Dan! Curse you and your dark, sarcastic lyrics!
For years, I’ve been singing one of your songs in error. I knew I couldn’t be correct, but still I persisted to sing the chorus to one of your most famous songs as:
Geddy Long! Geddy Long, Cheap Chinaman!
Geddy Long, cheap Chinaman!
In reality, I should have been singing:
Get along, get along Kid Charlemagne
Get along Kid Charlemagne
I thought, “Hey, Steely Dan has employed the semi-ironic use of Asian stereotypes before. Maybe, just maybe….”
No. I have to listen far more closely in the future.
You have probably seen this link dozens of times by now, but Steely Dan‘s open letter to Wes Anderson is high-larious.
In this letter, Walter Becker and Donald Fagen try to convince Anderson to hire them to do the music for his new movie, instead of the 60s rock of “twelve-string guitars, harpsichords and mandolins” he usually uses.
You yourself may be partial to those particular instruments. We’re not. Remember, we saw “Tom Jones” in its original theatrical release when we were still in high school, we had to listen to “Walk Away Renee” all through college and we fucking opened for Roger McGuinn in the seventies, so all that “jingle-jangle morning” shit is no big thrill for us, OK?
Watch it, Walt and Don! You think Seu Jorge gave Wes this kind of shit? He was there to play Bowie and like it!