* THE CLASSIC ORIGINAL ALBUM
NEW DIGITAL REMASTERING
Supervised by The Artists
With All Original Graphics & Lyrics,
PLUS NEW LINER NOTES BY
WALTER BECKER & DONALD FAGEN
088 112 056-2

ORIGINAL LINER NOTES

It was about two A.M. on an unseasonably chilly evening in June when the phone rang. Having just put the finishing touches on a rather lukewarm review of the Leo Sayer concert out in Queens, I was anything but ready for the rapid-fire monologue delivered long distance from L.A. by a man who introduced himself as Steve Diener. After a half hour or so, I came to understand that this garrulous gentleman worked for ABC Records and was inviting me out to Hollywood to observe a Steely Dan recording session, the object being to compose an eyewitness account of the proceedings for a posh European publication. Of course, I was delighted at the prospect and perhaps even a wee bit flattered when I was told that the group had specifically requested my presence. I later found out that this was not entirely true.
In retrospect, I should have realized the assignment would not be all sweetness and light; in no way has Steely Dan made its reputation by catering to the rock press. In fact, their contempt for pop music critics was well known to myself and my colleagues. As it turned out, a little caution on my part would not have been out of order. By the end of the first session at Producer's Workshop in Hollywood, it had become abundantly clear to me that nobody in the "group" new or cared who I was or what I was doing there. Several sessions later, after Donald and Walter had been apprised of my identity, there was trouble.
To make a long story short, I managed to attend perhaps a dozen sessions at three different studios and, on two occasions, attempted to inter- view the composers. Unfortunately, both cassettes were seized under grievous circumstances by a fellow whom I believe to be in the employ of the reluctant interviewees. The loss was inconsequential considering that fact that, at that point, my relationship with the belligerent song writing duo had become so strained as to produce a dialog that consisted mainly of threats, insults, and rude remarks. This, then was the raw material I had to work with. I had squeezed out about three thousand words when I heard from a friend in London that the afore- mentioned European magazine had folded.
It was not until a year later that I received a second phone call from Mr. Diener, now president of ABC Records, who informed me that the "guys" had specifically requested yours truly to write the liner notes for the new album and that a cassette copy of same would be forthcoming. Putting aside personal rancor, I gave "Aja" a listen. I have listened many times since.
When they made their recording debut in 1972, Steely Dan was more or less a conventional rock group comprised of six active members. Almost immediately, the roster began to shrink until, by the time "Pretzel Logic" was released, the two composers appeared to be dependent on the performances of a baffling array of crack session regulars. Thanks to their deliberately vague manner of listing album credits, it became virtually impossible to determine who was playing what on any given track (a practice that has persisted until now). This latest album, following on the hot heels of that depraved and cynical masterpiece, "The Royal Scam", represents a departure from the puerile brooding that has distinguished Donald and Walter's work up to now. In this writers opinion, "Aja" signals the onset of a new maturity and a kind of solid professionalism that is the hallmark of an artist who has "arrived".
Side One opens with "Black Cow", a catchy disco-funk number that defies categorization. Bitterly sarcastic lyrics are underpinned by cloying jazz-crossover harmonies, the whole thing propelled by an infectious, trendy beat. Featured here is Victor Feldman's thoughtful electric piano solo followed shortly by Tom Scott's earthy tenor sax.
The tile cut, "Aja", is a rather ambitious work in which a latin-tinged pop song is inexplicably expanded into some sort of sonata or suite. The result is a rambling eight-minute epic highlighted by Wayne Shorter's stately, rhapsodic solo which descends gracefully into a recapitulation of the vocal theme. The sensitive, sometimes explosive performance by drummer Steve Gadd may be his finest recorded work to date. The side closes with "Deacon Blues", an Edge City ballad enlivened only by Pete Christlieb's haunting tenor work and a tasty chart by Scott.
Side Two finds vocalist Donald Fagen admonishing yet another lover in a danceable ditty entitled "Peg". Jay Graydon's electric guitar threatens after the initial refrain. The composer's describe this piece as a "pantonal 13 bar blues with chorus". That's the kind of double- talk they were giving me towards he end.
We are now confronted by a stunning feet of pop legerdemain. "Home At Last", on first listening an unpretentious roadhouse shuffle, turns out upon close inspection to be a minor marvel of poetic grace and structural economy. At this late date, it would hardly seem possible for an artist to take Homer's immortal tale, so thoroughly exploited by Joyce in 1922, and educe from it new insights - especially within the narrow scope provided by the medium of popular song. Beneath the attractive, effortless flow of words and music, one discovers a lyric presence and fineness of perception that is a rare thing on disc nowadays. I can't say enough about this lovely rhythm-and-blues poem.
"I Got The News", a Manhattan-jukebox thump-along, serves as a vehicle for the coy pianistics of Victor Feldman, whose labors are capriciously undermined by Walter Becker's odd, Djangoesque guitar and pointlessly obscene lyric. 

The final cut, "Josie", exemplifies Steely Dan's remarkable versatility. Rich with images of random violence, copulation, drug abuse, loitering with intent and other misdemeanors, this sociopathic jump tune is sure to become a classic zebra in the annals of Punkadelia.

-Michael Phalen

"It's going to be called "AJA." "The new one is coming soon, I heard the title will be AJA; all original material."
In recent months answers like these have been filtering out to musical corners everywhere. They are in reply to constant questions regarding the latest recordings by Steely Dan. The inquiries are directed toward the group, its producer, the progress in the studio, etc. In fact, any kind of information which serves to bring them and their music just a little closer is welcome. It is an "almost necessity" to those who follow and appreciate excellence in today's music.
Questions and the desire from fans, the music community in general, regarding major artists and their recordings are neither new or unusual. Various media, acting as a faucet that rarely shuts off, allow us to see the flow of artists' activity and help us to try to know their many sides on a career and personal basis. Yet with Steely Dan, the concern and curiosity has a certain difference. Call it a special flavor, as another level of respect comes into focus. This is simply because Steely Dan is at another level; a very special place both personally and professionally that is again demonstrated by the recorded music that is not far from these words which they have asked me to write.
My first exposure to the group began some years ago many miles from Los Angeles. Living outside the States I became fascinated by their music, but not only by what I heard musically. I believed by creating such music, the group represented an unusual depth of understanding concerning their work and themselves. By a set of circumstances and coincidences, I now live in the same city as Steely Dan. The situation has further closed in where, since the first listen, I have come to know and respect certain members of the group and among them have found a very special friend. I only mention this because it may explain that specialness that surrounds Steely Dan I know from personal contact. It is a special- ness - or a buzz - or an atmosphere that I have personally heard people speak of all over the United States and in many other parts of the world. This quality I call the heart of Steely Dan. It directs and feeds the steady pulse of their creative energy; always exploring - never the sameness. It is always traceable to its origin, this heart. What makes up this heart? Simply, the tight common philosophy towards music and many aspects of life closely shared by the guys who make up the group.
You probably know that centuries ago, the Troubadour was a very special breed of man. In a world where people were mostly locked to their land, where art was not well understood by the masses; where commercialism, though limited, was important for bare survival, the Troubadour stood apart. He moved on and about in his own space. His world was measured on his musical output and flow on a daily basis. He continually sang, composed, practiced, made or repaired his instruments. He was a complete music entity drawing from things about him and converting them into song and music. He did this not only for the pleasure and satisfaction but importantly, for his own self as well. This atmosphere of total dedication, without sidelines, this completeness, is much of what I see as the heart of Steely Dan. I am sure countless others must sense this.
Moving up full steam to today's jet powered scene, to that tough to-get-to forefront of artist recognition and respect, there exists a reserved place for Steely Dan. In their own style and approach a place is theirs - because they have it down, totally covered or whatever you want to call it. These musicians, like the Troubadour, practically at the expense of anything else listen, think, play, practice, improvise, rehearse, compose, analyze, philosophize as to the music around. They are into and on top of the scene. Perhaps without their knowing, they break through the levels which are routinely called "standard" music professionalism.
As to AJA, Steely's latest offering, what are we to hear? More of that same musical excellence, of course. That heart has not been dormant since their last album, "The Royal Scam", but has been developing and probing towards its own goal. As I write this, I am listening to a tape of the latest album. Myself? - I hear those melodies which are true melodies - that cling to you. I hear those lyrics, which often say or describe their personal experiences but clearly have a message we can relate to in our own way. That voicing, although totally flexible and creative, is kept ultra-clean to enable us to understand their message. You'll recognize the musicianship - all of it - the tempo, punctuation, the marvelous blend of horns, voices, rhythm, and guitar moving in tight coordination. The result is a controlled, vibrant energy which Steely Dan emits without ever getting too, too heavy. As before, and perhaps more so now, you'll feel each song is a unique musical venture, not like the one before nor the one to follow. Yet, it all fits in very, very well. It's all tied together, to what I call the heart of Steely Dan - Walter Becker, Donald Fagen and their producer, Gary Katz.

Steve Diener
President, ABC Records

HORNS ARRANGED AND CONDUCTED BY
TOM SCOTT

Saxes/Flutes: Jim Horn, Bill Perkins, 
Wayne Shorter, Pete Christlieb, Plas Johnson, 
Tom Scott, Jackie Kelso.
Brass: Chuck Findlay, Lou McCreary, Slyde Hyde.

LEAD VOCALS: DONALD FAGEN

RHYTHM CHARTS PREPARED BY: Larry Carlton,
Dean Parks and Michael Omartian in
collaboration with the composers

BAGMAN: Leonard Freedman
PRODUCTION COORDINATOR: Barbara Miller
COVERT OPERATIONS: Karen Stanley
SOUND CONSULTANT: Stuart Dawson
HEMIOLAS, HOCKETS, MANERIES OF
GARLANDIA, ETC.: Andrew Frank
PROTECTION: Irving Azoff

ART DIRECTION: Oz Studios
DESIGNED BY: Patricia Mitsui and Geoff Westen
COVER PHOTO: Hideki Fujii
PHOTOS OF DONALD FAGEN AND WALTER
BECKER: Walter Becker, Dorothy A. White

Steve Gadd and Michael McDonald appear
through courtesy of Warner Bros. Records, Inc.
Chuck Rainey appear through courtesy of
A&M Records, Inc.
Victor Feldman appears through courtesy of
Caribou Records.
Lee Ritenour appears through courtesy of
Zembu Productions.
Wayne Shorter appears through courtesy of
Columbia Records, Inc.
Tom Scott appears through courtesy of
Ode Records.

All selections ©1977 ABC/Dunhill Music, Inc.
(BMI). All Rights Reserved.

All selections: Words and Music by Walter Becker
and Donald Fagen.

RECORDED AT: Village Recorders, West L.A.; 
Producer's Workshop, Hollywood; Warner 
Bros. North Hollywood Recording Studios; 
ABC Recording Studios; Sound Labs, 
Hollywood; AAAA&R Studios, N.Y.C.

ENGINEERS: Roger Nichols; Elliot Scheiner;
 Bill Schnee; Al Schmitt.

ASSISTANT ENGINEERES: Lenise Bent; 
Ken Klinger; Linda Tyler; Ed Rack; 
Joe Bellamy; Ron Pangaliman.

EXECUTIVE ENGINEER: Roger Nichols.

MASTERED BY: Bernie Grundman at 
A&M Studios, Hollywood.

PRODUCED BY GARY KATZ

*Digitally remastered by Roger Nichols at
Digital Atomics, Miami

Reissue coordination: Beth Stempel

Reissue Art Direction: Vartan
Reissue Design: Mike Diehl

Operator: Your parties are all present now. You may go ahead.
Becker: I'll drink to that.
Phalen: Hello?
Steve: uh....
Fagen: Bastard!
Becker: Liar!
Fagen: You shitheel!
Phalen: Is that you, Donald?
Becker: Guess again, dicknose.
Phalen: Walter?
Fagen: Dream on, coward!
Steve: uh, excuse me, fellows, but I...
Becker: Shut the hell up, Steve. All right Phalen, where is she?
Phalen: Is this still about Stephanie and Diane? Because if it is, all I can tell you guys is what I told you last week and the week before and so on...
Fagen: You must take us for fools. Is that it, Michael? A couple of chumps? Suckers?
Phalen: Listen, you assholes - I've told you this a thousand times - I took them out to Roy's, we had the fried chicken, then I drove them to their car, which was parked in the lot at Ben Frank's, and that was it! I never saw them again, Never! Okay?
Steve: Listen, gentlemen, if you are interested in a location for a restaurant, I'm afraid...
Becker: Shut up, Steve. Tell me Mike, how's your car these days?
Phalen: You bastard, you stay the fuck away from my car! Those tires cost 400 bucks apiece to replace, and when I find out where you are...
Becker: Uh-huh - you and what army?
Phalen: You guys are out of your minds. These girls are old spinsters by now, and when your new album comes out, there is NO WAY IN HELL that it is gonna be played on VH-1! You understand that? No way in hell. I'm not kidding.
Fagen: Pay attention, Michael - we're only gonna say this once. Bring the girls to the lobby of the Lowell Hotel on Madison and 68th tomorrow at midnight, or else.
Phalen: MTV won't play it either.

Damn if that didn't feel good! You can now appreciate fully the kind of obstacles that were being flung into our paths on a daily basis back in the late seventies, when we were so desperatly intent on "doing our thing" for the ages. Incidentally, we subsequently learned that the Steve D__ who sat in our conference call was a hapless realtor from upstate New York and not the debonair Steve D__ who was for one brief shining moment a '70s record mogul. That Steve D__ is, we suppose, still living in Europe, and for all we know is basking poolside with the lovely Stephanie and/or Diane, as the case may be. Or maybe not.
As for Michael Phalen, when we called back the next day we were told that he had "moved on" from VH-1 and could no longer be reached there. Additionally, we have reason to believe that the deductible on his auto insurance may have gone up again due to excessive claims for vandalism, and that his AAA membership may have been cancelled as well. No matter. Of course we wish him all the best, and it's good to know that there is no better time to buy residential property in Oswego than right now, should Michael decide to go that way.
Incidentally, for those lucky fans who may have purchased a reissue of the Pretzel Logic album on which the intro to Rikki was missing (shades of Citizen Steely Dan!), or else a reissue Katy Lied with the incorrect sequence of tunes, you may rest assured that you have come into possession of a valuable collector's item. These particular rarities are even now fetching a handsome price on eBay, although we suspect they will be worth more and more as time goes by. The circumstances surrounding the accidental release of these flawed reissues make for an interesting story which we have been prevailed upon to save for another time and another venue.
As for the Aja album proper, so much has already been written about this '70s blockbuster as to put it in imminent danger of becoming somewhat overrated. Not wishing to add greatly to the bulk of verbiage expended so far, we would like to make the following announcement:
When we recently sent for the multitrack masters of Aja so as to make new surround-sound mixes of same, we discovered that the two-inch multitracks of the songs Aja and Black Cow were nowhere to be found. They had somehow become separated from the other boxes, which the producer had abandoned here and there (studios, storage lockers, etc.) almost twenty years before. Anyone having information about the whereabouts of these missing two inch tapes should contact HK Management at (415) 485-1444. There will be a $600.00 reward for anyone who successfully leads us to the tapes. This is not a joke. Happy hunting.

(to be continued)

-Donald Fagen & Walter Becker, 1999

*If the opening sentence seems the least bit cryptic, you probably have not yet purchased "The Royal Scam" reissue. We strongly urge that you return to the record store immediately and purchase vols. 1-5 of the Steely Dan reissue CDs before reading further.