So - Steely Dan was fantastic, despite to major drawbacks:
1) The opening band was an atrocious light-jazz band. They were called something like Michael Rosenburg and the Fabulous Drip Drops or some shit. It was like a dentist office just throwing up all over me.
2) Now ... how can I tactfully put this ... I know I'm not exactly rico sauve or anything ... but I was sandwiched between two of the largest men I've ever been near in my life. There was easily 350 pound of chunky sweaty man meat on either side of me. So much so that I couldn't even sit back in my car, lest I lay my weary bones upon their giant sausage-like arms.
Again - I'm faaaar from a perfect male specimen and maybe I shouldn't be throwing rocks at glass fat people but if you are 300+ pounds and you have forced yourself into a tiny-ass seat at a concert - by all means - STAY THERE. There ain't no damn reason for you to be shifting, getting up, sitting down, leaving the row, coming back to your seat, etc.
In fact, unless you're going to bust out into Electric Slide or The Robot - just stay where you are, OK Re-run?
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