Steely Dan (100 word post, 34 of 50)

It’s hard not to feel old, uncool and very white when I consider how much I enjoy listening to Steely Dan on my commute. But, I feel none of that. I just sing along in a key I can’t get near. That is until I sit down and write about it and realize that it’s been over thirty years since I pulled Aja from it’s glossy black cover and put it on the stereo. Deacon Blues, Peg, Aja—this was exotic and glamorous to a Miami boy who had no idea that one day Miami would be exotic and glamorous.