| Format | Label | Number |
| LP | ABC | ABC 758 |
| LP | ABC Command | CQD-40009 |
| LP | MCA | MCA-1591 |
| LP | Geffen Records | B0035111-01 |
| LP | Analogue Productions | AUHQR 0009-45 |
| CS | MCA | MCAC-1591 |
| CD | MCA | MCAD-37214 |
| CD* | MCA | MCAD-11886 |
| SACD | Analogue Productions | CAPP 134 SA |
|
* The Classic Original
Album |
Original Liner Notes:
It has been said many times and in many ways that
what the world needs is another rock and roll band. This could
very well be the one of which the pundits spoke.
The crisp
exacting music of Steely Dan has been a long time coming,
although the group itself was formed only a short time before
this inspired recording was made. The DAN consists of six parts:
composers Becker and Fagen performing on electric bass guitar
and keyboards respectively; Jim Hodder, percussionist; bronze
god of the pulse rhythm section; guitarists Jeff "Skunk" Baxter
and Denny Dias; and vocalist David Palmer. For the past ten
years or so each of these fellows has been pursuing his own
private destiny within the confines of the "pop music jungle."
Their varied apprentiships include stints with infamous groups
from past decades and more recent sorties such as the
short-lived but illustrious "Ultimate Spinach." As is so rarely
the case, the whole of Steely Dan is greater than the sum of its
parts, and the newly formed amalgam threatens to undermine the
foundations of the rock power elite.
The selections
on this first album tend to run the gamut of musical expression
from the pastoral lyricism of "Dirty Work" to the urban "Sturm
and Drang" of "Do It Again". From the vacuous historical romance
of "Kings" to the modern-as-tomorrow angularity of "Fire In The
Hole." From the east coast cynicism of "Only A Fool Would Say
That" to the sun-struck L.A. optimism of "Change Of The Guard".
From the frank, industrial-grade polish of "Midnight Cruiser" to
the rhapsodic "Turn That Heartbeat Over Again." And so on.
The
superlatives commonly found in liner notes are often as empty as
the music they applaud. This is not the case on your new Steely
Dan album. For example hear the raw urgency of Jeff "Skunk"
Baxter's solo on "Change Of The Guard" and savor his tasteful
utilization of the spinal vibrato. Or hear how he displays the
cunning of the insane on steel guitar in "Fire In The Hole". Can
you believe visiting guitarist Elliot Randall's exultant
chromaticism on "Kings"? Or David Palmer's bitter- sweet
rendering of "Dirty Work"? Or drummer Hodder's driving beat
throughout?
And there's
more. Tradition and experimentation reign side by side when
Denny Dias accepts the burden of resurrecting the electric sitar
on "Do It Again" and makes it sound easy. On the same cut an
inexpensive, imported plastic organ (an instrument which long
ago fell into disuse in most rock circles) is competently
fingered by Donald Fagen. And dig those startling high register
bass effects on the final cadence of "Heartbeat"!
Thus treads
heavily the titantic of Steely Dan, casting a long shadow upon
the contemporary rock wasteland aspiring to spill its seeds on
barren ground, and at the same time, struggling to make sense
out of the flotsam and jetsam of its electric musical heritage.
With a solid first album under its belt, and with an ever
expanding reputation as a dynamic performing group, it would
appear that the Dan's place on the American musical scene is
assured.
Dan Steele. Outre' Daniel, Steely Dan. It's growing.
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A F A R E W E L L T O F L A T B U S H |
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| "Hebbel, in a surprising
entry in his diary, asks what takes away 'life's
magic in later years. It is because, in all the
brightly colored contored marionettes, we see the
revolving cylinder that sets them in motion and,
because for this very reason, a captivating
variety of life is reduced to wooden monotony.'" So says Ted Adamo, and in spite of the indisputable veracity of this dire pronouncement, or perhaps because of it, neither one of us is able to remember exactly what we were doing when the long-awaited phone call from Los Angeles finally came.
So, as it happened, we were working on a song when we got the call from California... Now that the album "Can't Buy A Thrill" is finally being released in its original glorious packaging, complete with all notes, texts, photos, illustrations, etc., appropriately miniaturized for the digital medium of the day, we would like to avail ourselves of this opportunity to set the "record" straight on a few important points: 1. The original members of the band were Donald Fagen and Walter Becker. Realizing that this ensemble was a bit thin, it was decided to import to Los Angeles a few musicians of our acquaintance. Our producer Gary Katz suggested Jeff "Skunk" Baxter, whom we had actually met and played with back in New York, and Jim Hodder, whom we had not met but only seen at a recording session, through the glass, darkly. Jeff's credentials included a brief stint with a Boston band called "Ultimate Spinach," altough, to his credit, he was not an original member of that outfit. Hodder hailed from Long Island and he was a surviving member of a Katz-produced band called "The Bead Game," named for the illustrious but unreadable Hesse novel. Once these two potent talents had been added to the mix, |
the ensemble was
still found wanting in several areas. So the call
went out to Hicksville, Long Island, and jazz
guitarist Denny Dias was brought into the picture.
Hicksville's loss was Steely Dan's gain, and for the
next several months we thought we had verything we
needed. More on this point, later.
2. As for material, we had touched down in California witha fat notebook crammed with what we called "the dyno". It was our opinion that this collection of songs, our life's work to date, would morph effortlessly into classic albums, swank long-running careers, juicy bank accounts, houses with swimming pools, powerful mid-engine sports cars, happiness, security, girls, girls, girls, in short, everything we needed to get by. In fact, it turned out later that only half the songs on the first Steely Dan album were already in the book; the rest were written in California, in a style which had been adjusted and refined to take into account the new musical environment in which we found ourselves operating and also to reflect our belated understanding of the aesthetic shortcomings of some of our less-than-accessible, more doggedly surrealist efforts. 3. Our producer Gary Katz had preceded us in the move from New York to Encino. He had leased a nice Buick for himself on Dunhill's dime - tobacco brown, same model that Kojak drove on TV. Neither of us had cars or drivers licenses at that time. So we drove to work with Gary in the morning, and back with him at night. It was during these drives that we became acquainted with the following record business concepts: "a buck-three-eighty," "keppelectomy," "picking up the option," "pick and roll," "Harvey you're fired," "I got a guy," "breaking out in England," "power rotation," "mo' kick, mo' hat," "show business heaven." 4. Jeff Baxter had a theory that one of the secretaries at the ABC offices had several sets of interchangeable breasts which she would alternate wearing from day to day. This turned out to be incorrect. 5. During our visits to the small recording studio adjoining the Dunhill offices, we were surprised and frightened to see a fellow dressed in an American flag shirt and matching pants working behind the console |
from time to time. Later we
found out that he drove a small yellow Lotus sports
car which he referred to as "Screaming Yellow
Zonker." He turned out to be Engineer Roger Nichols.
6. We had this kind of cozy idea, which went something like this: our "dyno," once polished to a high luster, would be recorded by ourselves and our shiny new bandmates. When the album was released, it would be a runaway hit, thus insuring us unlimited funding for future albums. The royalties would flow directly into our checking accounts, with no deductions or delays. All of this would take place without it becoming necessary for us to leave Los Angeles, where we could lead our modest but comfy lifestyles indefinitely. As it turned out, our career template was modeled on the likes of stay-at-home studio moles like Enoch Nordine (of "Word Jazz" fame) and, more recently, The Beatles. So, when certain executives at ABC started pestering us about "the tour" - we were already halfway through with the recording of the first album - it came as a surprise to us that we were now expected to go out and perform in public. The surprise was not a good surprise, especially for Donald, who had reluctantly agreed to be the band's lead vocalist for the purposes of recording but who was essentially terrified of singing in public and thus somewhat reluctant to be pressed into service as the frontman for a touring rock band. That's when the Skunk called his chum David Palmer, and Dave came out from New Jersey to try out for the job. Luckily, the tracks for "Dirty Work" and "Brooklyn" were in his key, more or less. 7. We had worked with guitarist Elliot Randall in New York City. Elliot was a big-time studio cat at that time, as far as we could tell. We were planning on having spectacular guitar solos on a few of our tunes, so it was natural for us to ask Elliot to fall by when we found out he was in town. He did pretty well on the solos,so we asked him to join the band, even though we already had two or three guitarists. He demured. Other people who turned us down: Joe Gordon, Loudon Wainright III, some blue-eyed soul dude that Gary brought by one time, Rick Derringer, Chevy Chase, maybe Nils Lofgren, and Janice Baker (a couple of times). |
8. When we first met
Denny out in Hicksville, he was playing a Gibson
Barney Kessel hollowbody guitar through a Kustom
amplifier. The
guitar was a sunburst with double neovenetian
cutaways, an offense to the eyes and the ears alike.
We prevailed upon him to find something a bit more,
um, modern sounding and he ended up trading in the
Kessel for a Dan Armstrong guitar with a clear
plexiglas body. This was okay for a while but by the
time Denny came out to California we were hankering,
on Denny's behalf, for another sonic upgrade. So
Denny went down to Sound City, where Jeff Baxter was
then employed as a guitar repairman, and picked
himself out a nice Fender Telecaster with a rosewood
neck. Fitted with the appropriate humbuckers in neck
and bridge position and amplified by a beefy
Marshall 100 watt amp head and short
stack cabinet, Denny was ready to rock. But we were
still not satisfied, and so for the occasion of
Denny's solo on "Do It Again" we hired in a Coral
Electric Sitar. This novel instrument, replete with
dual lipstick tube pickups and sympathetic strings
and a special bridge that produced the sitar-like
buzzing sound, added that extra something that the
tune called for. Similarly, Donald rented for
himself a strange Yamaha organ that had, amongst
other things, a felt strip for producing glisses
that were heretofore unheard of ona keyboard
instrument.
9. Because of our
current situation (Italian restaurant), we are
unable to audition the "CAN'T BUY
A THRILL" album
at this time. However, we do seem to
recall a few highlights, which include: "Do It
Again," a top ten hit nationally, begun in Encino,
finished in our ABC Dunhill writing dungeon. To
say that the lyrics somehow emblematize the
desperate career gamble on which we were
embarking, to say that would be a bit precious;
let the latter day listener draw his own
conclusions. But it most definitely solidified
what became a long and satisfying collaboration
with percussionist /vibist/ pianist Victor
Feldman. The aforementioned Elliot Randall solo on
"Reeling in the Years," also a huge hit, that was
a helluva thing, wasn't it? And, last but not
least, the Veal Bird Special at Dolores'
Restaurant, a regular Thursday night favorite for
the gang in Village Recorder's Studio
A. (to be continued) |
Can't Buy A Thrill
JEFF "SKUNK" BAXTER: Guitar,
pedal steel guitar, Spanish
WALTER BECKER: Electric bass guitar, vocals
DENNY DIAS: Guitar, electric sitar
DONALD FAGEN: Piano, electric piano, plastic
organ, vocals
JIM HODDER: Drums, percussion, vocals
DAVID PALMER: Vocals
WITH: ELLIOT RANDALL: Guitar VICTOR
FELDMAN: Percussion
JEROME RICHARDSON: Tenor sax SNOOKY YOUNG: Fluegel horn
CILYDIE KING, SHIRLEY MATHEWS, VENETTA FIELDS: Bakground vocals on
Brooklyn and Kings
Produced by GARY KATZ
Recorded at The Village Recorder,Los Angeles,
California
Engineered by Roger Nichols (The Immortal)
Asst. Engineer: Tim Weston (The Stafford boy)
Original Cover design by Robert Lockart
*Reissue Produced by
Walter Becker & Donald Fagen
Remastering Engineer: Roger Nichols
Remastered at Riversound Studios, New York
Art Direction: Vartan
Reissue Design: Red Herring Design/NYC
All Songs by Becker and Fagen
Track List
| Do It
Again Dirty Work Kings Midnite Cruiser Only A Fool Would Say That |
Reelin' In The Years Fire In The Hole Brooklyn Change Of The Guard Turn That Heartbeat Over Again |
Solos by Denny Dias and Donald Fagen
Vocal by Donald Fagen
In the mornin' you go gunnin'
For the man who stole your water
And you fire till he is done in
But they catch you at the border
And the mourners are all singin'
As they drag you by your feet
But the hangman isn't hangin'
And they put you on the street[Chorus:]
You go back, Jack, do it again,
Wheel turnin' 'round and 'round
You go back, Jack, do it againWhen you know she's no high climber
Then you find your only friend
In a room with your two timer
And you're sure you're near the end
Then you love a little wild one
And she brings you only sorrow
All the time you know she's smilin'
You'll be on your knees tomorrow[Chorus]
[Guitar Solo]
[Keyboard Solo]
Now you swear and kick and beg us
That you're not a gambling man
Then you find you're back in Vegas
With a handle in your hand
Your black cards can make you money
So you hide them when you're able
In the land of milk and honey
You must put them on the table[Chorus]
Drums: Jim Hodder
Bass: Walter Becker
Guitar: Jeff Baxter, Denny Dias ( solo)
Sitar (electric): Denny Dias
Keyboards: Donald Fagen
Percussion: Victor Feldman
Sax solo by Jerome Richardson
Vocal by David Palmer
Times are hard
You're afraid to pay the fee
So you find yourself somebody
Who can do the job for free
When you need a bit of lovin'
Cause your man is out of town
That's the time you get me runnin'
And you know I'll be around[Chorus:]
I'm a fool to do your dirty work oh yeah
I don't wanna do your dirty work no more
I'm a fool to do your dirty work oh yeahLight the candle
Put the lock upon the door
You have sent the maid home early
Like a thousand times before
Like the castle in his corner
In a medieval game
I foresee terrible trouble
And I stay here just the same[Chorus]
[Sax Solo]
[Chorus]
Solo by Elliot Randall
Vocal by Donald Fagen
Now they lay his body down
Sad old man who run this town
I still recall the way
he led the charge and saved the day
Blue blood and rain
I can hear the bugle playin'[Chorus:]
We've seen the last of good King Richard
Ring out the past, his name lives on and on
Roll out the bones and raise up
your pitcher
Raise up your glass to good King JohnWhile he plundered far and wide
All his starving children cried
And though we sung his fame
We all went hungry just the same
He meant to shine
To the end of line[Chorus]
Raise up your glass to good King John
Raise up your glass to good King John
Solo by the Skunk
Vocal by Jim Hodder
Felonius my old friend
Step on in and let me shake your hand
So glad that you're here again
For one more time
Let your madness run with mine
Streets still unseen we'll find somehow
No time is better than now[Chorus:]
Tell me where are driving
Midnite cruiser
Where is your bounty
Of fortune and fame
I am another
Gentleman loser
Drive me to Harlen
Or somewhere the same[Solo]
The world that we used to know
People tell me it don't turn no more
The places we used to go
Familiar faces that aint smilin'
Like before
The time of our time has come and gone
I fear we've been waitin' too long[Chorus]
[Solo]
[Chorus]
Solo by the Skunk
Vocal by Donald Fagen and David Palmer
A world become one
Of salads and sun,
Only a fool would say that
A boy with a plan
A natural man
Wearing a white stetson hat
Unhand that gun begone
There's no one to fire upon
If he's holding it high
He's telling a lie[Chorus:]
I heard it was you
Talkin' 'bout a world
Where all is free
It just couldn't be
And only a fool would say thatThe man in the street
Draggin' his feet
Don't wanna hear the bad news
Imagine your face
There in his place
Standing inside his brown shoes
You do his nine to five
Drag yourself home half alive
And there on the screen
A man with a dream[Chorus]
Anybody on the street
Has murder in his eyes
You feel no pain
And you're younger
Than you realize
[Chorus]
Steel guitar by the Skunk
Vocal by Donald Fagen
Your everlasting summer
You can see it fading fast
So you grab a piece of something
That you think is gonna last
You wouldn't know a diamond
If you held it in your hand
The things you think are precious
I can't understand[Chorus:]
Are you reelin' in the years
Stowin' away the time
Are you gatherin' up the tears
Have you had enough of mine
Are you reelin' in the years,
Stowin' away the time
Are you gatherin' up the tears
Have you had enough of mineYou've been tellin' me you're a genius
Since you were seventeen
In all the time I've known you
I still don't know what you mean
The weekend at the college
Didn't turn out like you planned
The things that pass for knowledge
I can't understand[Chorus]
[Solo]I spent a lot of money
And I spent a lot of time
The trip we made to Hollywood
Is etched upon my mind
After all the things we've
Done and seen
You find another man
The things you think are useless
I can't understand[Chorus]
[Solo]Drums: Jim Hodder
Bass: Walter Becker
Guitar: Denny Dias, Jeff Baxter,
Elliot Randall (solo)
Piano: Donald Fagen
Backup Vocals: Donald Fagen, David Palmer
I decline
To walk the line
They tell me that I'm lazy
Worldly wise
I realize
That everybody's crazy
A woman's voice reminds me
To serve and not to speak
Am I myself or just another freak[Chorus:]
Don't you know
There's fire in the hole
And nothing left to burn
I'd love to run out now
There's nowhere left to turnWith a cough
I shake it off
And work around my yellow stripe
Should I hide
And eat my pride
Or wait until it's good and ripe
My life is boiling over
It's happened once before
I wish someone would open up the door[Chorus]
[Solo]
[Chorus]
Steel by the Skunk
Vocal by David Palmer
A race of angels
Bound with one another
A dish of dollars
Laid out for all to see
A tower room at Eden Rock,
His golf at noon for free
Brooklyn owes the charmer
Under me
Brooklyn owes the charmer
Under meHis lady's aching
To bring a body down
She daily preaches
On where she wants to be
An evening with a movie queen,
A face we all have seen
Brooklyn owes the charmer
Under me
Brooklyn owes the charmer
Under me
[Solo]A case of aces
Done up loose for dealing
A piece of island cooling in the sea
The whole of time we gain or lose,
And power enough to choose
Brooklyn owes the charmer
Under me
Brooklyn owes the charmer
Under me
Solo by the Skunk
Vocal by David Palmer
If you listen you can hear it
It's the laughter in the street
It's the motion in the music
And the fire beneath your feet
All the signs are right this time
You don't have to try so very hard
If you live in this world,
You're feelin' the change of the guardAll you cowboys and your neighbors
Can you swallow up your pride
Take your guns off if you're willin'
And you know we're on your side
If you wanna get thru the years
It's high time you played your card
If you live in this world,
You're feelin' the change of the guard
Vocal by Donald Fagen, Walter Becker, and
David Palmer
Turn That Heartbeat Over Again
With stocking face I bought a gun
The plan was set, the plan was done
Looked at my watch and started for
the door,
Now the food here ain't so good no more
And they closed the package store[Chorus:]
Love your mama, love your brother
Love 'em 'til they run for cover
Turn the light off, keep your shirt on
Cry a jag on me.
Oh Michael, oh, Jesus, you know I'm not
to blame
You know my reputation for playing
a good clean game
Oh Michael, oh, Jesus, I'll keep my
promise when
You turn that heartbeat over againMy poison's name, you know my brand
So please make mine a double, Sam
Stir it up nice, I'll eat it right here
Yeah, this highway runs from Paraguay
And I've just come all the way[Chorus]
[Chorus]
We warned the corpse of William Wright
Not to cuss and drink all night
Ticket in hand, we saw him laid to rest
Oh, but zombie see and zombie do
He's here with me and you[Chorus]
The Midi-sequense , on this page is Do It Again.
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