Tuesday, June 5, 2012

My Old School by Steely Dan

And I'm never going back to my old school

I've been on a Steely Dan kick lately. Sometimes you need the hipster white boy funky jazz of Walter Becker and Donald Fagen to get you through the day. Now I do appreciate the work of Steely Dan, but this lost soul of rock and roll is a greatest hits kind of fan, so I'm not going to write some Pitchfork blah-blah-blah piece where I come across as a Steely Dan expert. I'm just a fan of good music, kids.

My 20th high school reunion is going to be held this year during Labor Day weekend and there is no way in hell I'm going. I did my four years, and when I was released, I vowed never to go back. Besides, I keep in touch with the people I was friends with in high school, so there is no need to pretend to care about the lives of people I couldn't stand in high school. Dear Lord, how did this simple Steely Dan post gain a Holden Caufield vibe so quickly? Time to shift gears and talk about 'My Old School'.

'My Old School' is a track from the 1973 Steely Dan album Countdown to Ecstasy and reached #67 on the Billboard charts. The College of William & Mary is mentioned in the lyrics, but the song is about Donald Fagen and Walter Becker's experience at Bard College in Annadale-on-Hudson, New York. Entertainment Weekly published a story six years ago about Fagen's return to Bard where Fagen recalled a raid by the local sheriff's department against the long-haired hippies on campus that inspired 'My Old School'. This has been my Steely Dan jam lately and that may change over the next few days, but this is a great song.

I've embedded the song below and enjoy. I did not create the video and I have no idea why the album Can't Buy A Thrill is used as the main image. 

1 comment:

  1. I have always liked this song. Again a song from my youth. (Hell I'm still young when it comes to music)
    As far as reunions, 20 is a good time to start going, many of your teachers are still around, @-holes & D-bags have had life happen to them. So some have gotten better, some worse but at the ripe old age of 51 I am already seeing too many in the obits.
    Uncle Gus