Seeing Steely Dan at the Beacon is a long-standing Libby & Matthew tradition. Since 2011, when we bought tickets to Rarities Night and were treated to the only performance EVER of “The Second Arrangement,” we’ve made it a point to meet in the city and see The Dan perform a hometown show.
Our show was “By Request.” We requested “The Second Arrangement,” but I would have been happy with “King of the World.” Matthew bought me a Beacon exclusive tee-shirt to add to my collection.
Our seats were Becker-side, between a man-spreading Steely Dad and a humorless woman who talked about how she hoped they played “Aja” (they always play “Aja”) and then talked about how Rikki Lee Jones helped her get through her first divorce. As the jazz trio started, she talked over that (“Oh, who are they? I didn’t see that that there was going to be jazz. I heard Steely Dan started an hour and a half late the other night, well, you know these union guys….”
I did not get the sense that she was ever going to shut up, so I loudly announced that I needed a drink and Matthew and I relocated to the back of the balcony, where we sat during last October’s “Greatest Hits” night on the Rockabye Gollie Angel tour.
Earlier in the day I mentioned to Matthew that my life goal was to one day buy out all the seats around me and sit alone, reigning over the other concert-goers like the Queen of Steely Dan so that I didn’t have to hear people run their mouth the whole damn time (what kind of a jackhole talks through a whole concert?) I got my wish. Not a single other person sat in our section. Marvelous!
But Don & Walt were running late. The crowd was getting restless. People were yelling, demanding they come out on stage, chanting “Steely Dan! Steely Dan!” One man screamed that he was going to miss his bus. Baby Boomers, stop acting like children.