At the Steely Dan concert I kept spying this character in the front row, standing up and dancing, screaming, anytime things got intense with the band. Who is that guy? I wondered, all through Steely Dan’s set. He appeared to be dressed in a fez. Well, I got to meet that guy after the concert, and obviously had my picture taken with him. What I couldn’t see from my illegal spot stage left was that not only was this guy wearing a fez, but also a white tuxedo. Doin’ it right.
Justin and Megan made hotdogs and hamburgers before the concert on their grill… The grill…
The hotdogs and burgers…
Artistic shots…
The view from the Valley of the Hotdog…
Beauty shots of me with the harbor behind me…
Only when I got home and transferred the photos to my computer did I realize that food was a prop in almost every one. Food is the thread through these photos.
This guy seems to be uncomfortable about being in the picture with me.
Megan certainly was amused at the guy’s discomfort of my proximity…
Megan, Justin, Nicolas, and I were standing near the VIP Only outdoor party area, which was walled off by pine trees. Unexpectedly, a woman interrupted our conversation by sticking her head between the trees, and asked if we would like takeout box with slices of pizza in it. The others were reluctant, and refused the offer, but at the last possible moment I spoke up and accepted the free food from the lady. She said she hated to see it go to waste. I blabbed thank you’s back, and she replied, “Enjoy it,” about three times. The last time she said, “Enjoy it,” it was with a kind of finality.
In the takeout container, we discovered more than pizza. There was two slices of pizza, yes, over a huge piece of lettuce. In the corner of the box was a wingding, and Steely Dan actually played the song “New Frontier” which has lyrics about wingdings… “Yes we’re gonna have a wingding, A summer smoker underground, It’s just a dugout that my dad built, In case the reds decide to push the button down, We’ve got provisions and lots of beer, The key word is survival on the new frontier.” Under the second slice of pizza we unearthed a fried cheese stick! Then under the lettuce was a single, bitten, tater skin! Surprise surprise!
Everyone was excited about the discovery of the cheese stick.
I danced with the dirty, cold stick of fried cheese like it was a glo-stick at a rave. But it was not a rave; it was a filthy cheese stick and Steely Dan.
The cheese stick takes a bow… Encore!
We left the stick of cheese on top of the trash bin, with its bib of lettuce to remind it of its natural habitat.
A clear-eyed man named Barry (who looked suspiciously like Kevin Garnett) asked for and recieved two king-size Pall Mall cigarettes. He said he knows someone named Arthur who looks just like me but I can confirm its not me.
Some people like to dance at Steely Dan concerts… and some people just go ape-shit.
Steely Dance!
The Steely Dan was more fun than last year for sure. Why don’t they sell guys like this as souvenirs?
The fez! that Bedouin man snuck from the desert to get the Steel!
(except when the future is calling, leave the pigs and cows out of it – they’ll make it on their own, without the farm nightmare)