#deacon blues

[pazzesco]

Hey Nineteen

Green Earrings

Any Major Dude Will Tell You

Rikki Don’t Lose That Number

Don't Take Me Alive

Time Out Of Mind

Dirty Work

Peg

Show Biz Kids

Kid Charlemagne

Do It Again

Brooklyn (Owes The Charmer Under Me)

FM

Reelin’ in the Years

The Fez

Deacon Blues

Psychoactivelectricity’s Jukebox Guide

Pazzesco’s Mini Jukebox Guide

[slosher-dlx]

They got a name for the sea slugs in the world

[mywifeleftme]

336: Steely Dan // Aja

Aja Steely Dan 1977, ABC

My buddy Alex has a podcast, and a few years ago I was listening to an episode where a bunch of people I know in real life were talking about who the greatest band of all time is. After virtually no debate they collectively settled on Steely Dan. If this conversation had taken place while we were all sitting around at a bar, I would’ve stomped off shaking my head (at least for a smoke, if not the night). Smug fuckin’ smooth jazz-ass Steely Dan! Yacht rock. Imagine me, wet eyed and sneezing angrily like a dog with pepper in its nose.

I ended up talking with Alex about it, and my complaint went something like, “I only like cynicism in music when it’s a result of the songwriter’s pain. Steely Dan seem to genuinely think most people are losers.” Alex didn’t contest the point. “Yeah, it’s great. It’s music for doing cocaine on a speedboat with small-breasted women.” Their music sounds as plush and elegant as coke confidence feels, even though the psychically-balding people they describe are sweating through their leisure suits. It’s funny—I love Elmore Leonard novels about these exact characters, and I’m easy enough to get going about music that’s “subversive” in its disjunction of form from content. Plus, could there be a more "my wife left me" band this? But Steely Dan as your favourite band... ah, I dunno. They sound simultaneously corny in a way I feel contemptuous of, and cool in a way I feel resentful of. That podcast was like someone kicking in my door to tell me the Doobie Brothers have become the zombified host of a parasitic worm wearing Ray Bans aviators and now they’re really good.

Shit, reading back that statement I want to like that! That seems fun! Anyway, Aja sounds extremely good, “Peg” is a miraculous little song, and the thought of Fagan and Becker torturing Michael McDonald in the studio brings a smile to my face. There’s nothing wrong with this record that killing the remaining sincerity within myself won’t improve.

336/365

[greeniery]

my back to the wall, a victim of laughing chance

this is for me the essence of true romance

[magnificentsapcaddy]

This is the day of the expanding man. That shape is my shade, there where I used to stand. It seems like only yesterday I gazed through the glass at ramblers; wild gamblers. That's all in the past. You call me a fool, you say it's a crazy scheme. This one's for real, I already bought the dream. So useless to ask me why - throw a kiss, and say goodbye. I'm ready this time. I'm ready to cross that fine line. Learn to work the saxophone - I play just what I feel. Drink scotch whisky all night long, and die behind the wheel. They got a name for the winners in the world; I want a name when I lose. They call Alabama the Crimson Tide. Call me Deacon Blues, Deacon Blues. My back to the wall, a victim of laughing chance. This is, for me, the essence of true romance - sharing the things we know and love with those of my kind: libations, sensations that stagger the mind. I crawl like a viper through these

SUBUUUUUUUUURBAN

streets - make love to these women, both languid and bittersweet. I'll rise when the sun goes down, cover every game in town. A world of my own - I'll make it my home sweet home. Learn to work the saxophone - I play just what I feel. Drink scotch whisky all night long, and die behind the wheel. They got a name for the winners in the world; I want a name when I lose. They call Alabama the Crimson Tide. Call me Deacon Blues, Deacon Blues. This is the night of the expanding man. I take one last drag as I approach the stand. I cried when I wrote this song; sue me if I play too long. This brother is free. I'll be what I want to be. I'll learn to work the saxophone - I'll play just what I feel. Drink scotch whisky all night long, and die behind the wheel. They got a name for the winners in the world; I want a name when I lose. They call Alabama the Crimson Tide. Call me Deacon Blues, Deacon Blues.

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[oceanmachine-biomech]

Fan art for 18 musicians

[convoloutedinjoke]

Learn to work the saxophone I play just what I feel Drink Scotch whiskey all night long And die behind the wheel They got a name for the winners in the world I want a name when I lose They call Alabama the Crimson Tide Call me Deacon Blues

[proclivitease]

[grubhubgamingofficial]

Music Recommendation: Deacon Blues by Steely Dan.

Surprised it's not a Jojo Stand.

[quite-actually-a-nacho]

Me listening to Deacon Blues

learn to work the saxophone… I play just what I feel… drink scotch whiskey all night long… and die behind the wheel… they got a name for the winners in the world…

[fairest]

They got a name for the winners in the world I want a name when I lose They call Alabama the Crimson Tide Call me Deacon Blues

[frankenbuggee]

Lil gifty gift for @moeblob of their oc Deacon and Ymber! They’re wonderful characters and I love them. I can just hear a little sigh from Ymber when Deacon does his little things xD

[7clubs]

My piece for @eurekazine~ Leftovers are open so AAI fans get in here...

Anyway I'm a Kidnapped Turnabout understander and unironically love these two. This one has a lot of Escher inspiration in it ^^;

[thedoublepp]

Just some Call Me Deacon Blues boys

THIS FIC IS!! VERY GOOD!!

by the wonderful Ecto <33 one of the most talented people I know