A lot of people miss the "thing" about this song. There's a perfection here. Each word is ideal. It's not just a word that works, or rhymes... it's perfect.
Jive Miguel isn't in from Columbia, he's in from Bogota. Say that out loud. Bogota. Great word.
He didn't drive the car, or the Chevy, or even the New Yorker... he drove the Chrysler.
They didn't have Chow Mein Noodles. They had Szechuan dumplings.
Over and over again. The whole song. Each word is the only possible word that could be used. And the way the music builds and builds, but never resolves. When I play this loud on my stereo (Which is amazing. No, seriously amazing.) I get a chill, then a chill on the chill. Literally a shiver down my spine that doesn't stop. Layer after layer of perfection.
God that's a great song. Maybe the best Steely Dan song of all, and that's saying something.
A lot of people miss the "thing" about this song. There's a perfection here. Each word is ideal. It's not just a word that works, or rhymes... it's perfect.
Jive Miguel isn't in from Columbia, he's in from Bogota. Say that out loud. Bogota. Great word.
He didn't drive the car, or the Chevy, or even the New Yorker... he drove the Chrysler.
They didn't have Chow Mein Noodles. They had Szechuan dumplings.
Over and over again. The whole song. Each word is the only possible word that could be used. And the way the music builds and builds, but never resolves. When I play this loud on my stereo (Which is amazing. No, seriously amazing.) I get a chill, then a chill on the chill. Literally a shiver down my spine that doesn't stop. Layer after layer of perfection.
God that's a great song. Maybe the best Steely Dan song of all, and that's saying something.