... when you put me on the Wolverine up to Annandale.
For those who don't know (or appreciate) the lyrical allure and top shelf musicianship of Steely Dan, the above is a quote from one of their best tunes, "My Old School."
Last night I was reminded of how much I love these guys. I went out for dinner (Ethiopian!) with my pal Melissa, dropped into the Gladstone Hotel for a beer and then headed across the street to her man friend's for more beer and a peek at his record collection. (*Did I mention that Atom Egoyan and Arsinee Khanjian were quietly lapping up Ethiopian goodness right across from us?).
Anyway, collection was impressive. To peg Dave would be unfair, but he's a Little Feat/ Allman Bros./ Neil Young type. Sorry Dave. The plaid flannel shirt didn't help your case. :)
There was plenty of tasty Steely Dan goodness and it felt great to slap on the vinyl with a little Hockey Night in Canada and a bowl of corn chips.
The whole night out just reminded me of how little Don and I get out.
Belated New Year's resolution? Take in this fine city on a regular basis.
