While I’ve never been much of a musicologist — and definitely not any kind of musician — I admit I had a very similar evolution of feeling toward the music of Steely Dan as Ted Gioia, who charts his progress from Never Dan to Dan stan:
I often make jokes about Steely Dan fans.
They’re bros and geeks and sad wannabes. But the painful truth is that I’m one of them now.
And if you don’t watch out, it could happen to you too.
At least I can laugh at myself. That’s good, because fans like me are the real target of the jokes.
And it’s true — we are a trifle obsessed.
If you’re a Dan stan, you see the band’s influence everywhere. Random patterns take on new Dan-esque shapes. For you it’s just rush hour traffic, but for us it’s a message from the cosmos.
But I wasn’t always like this. Once upon a time, I was a Steely Dan skeptic, a real Dan-o-phobe. I thought I was safe from their pernicious influence, but I was wrong.
This is my story.
