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Review: In “Home Again,” Reese Witherspoon is Rich, Privileged and Less than 1 Percent Self-Aware

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At the recent premiere of Reese Witherspoon’s “Home Again,” (released September 8th) at the DGA in LA, Reese was on full display with her trademark Southern belle charm. “I hope y’all like the movie,” she chimed. Reese is always appealing, but this film is clueless, sexist and at mostly just down right offensive. Sorry Reese, nothing to like here.  

“Home Again” is written and directed by thirty-year-old Hallie Meyers-Shyer, daughter of filmmaker Nancy Meyers (also a producer on this film) who directed and co-wrote Private Benjamin, Father of the Bride, It’s Complicated and more, many with her husband at the time Charles Shyer.  The Shyers’ success reveals itself in many of their films with their luxurious houses and their Cadillac problems.  Unfortunately their daughter, while showing talent in an occasionally witty script and well-paced film, falls into the same trap.  

Reese plays Alice Kinney, a spoiled housewife, trying to make it in the world with her ‘hobbies,’ having recently moved back to her native LA from Manhattan. Alice’s marriage to music executive husband (Michael Sheen) is falling apart.  Alice happens to be the daughter of a deceased famous filmmaker (isn’t everyone?)  Hence she moves back into a glorious home, with her two perfect adorable daughters and her doting mother, played by the wonderful Candice Bergen (who has the best zingers in the movie) popping in and out.  

Reese and her equally bored privilege friends whoop it up at a swanky nightclub for her 40th birthday, meeting a trio of young aspiring filmmakers played with charm by Pico Alexander, Nat Wolff and Jon Rudnitsky. She starts an affair with one of them (Alexander and there is zero chemistry there).  She lets them live in her home and care for her kids, as well as fix her computer. Let’s add that the storyline is sexist because how dare Alice sleep with a younger man!  Really? How often, meaning always, do men in movies and in real life do that?  

All through this Alice  is just oh so confused.  “I’m terrified,” cries Reese in front of a mirror.  Really? What are you terrified of, Alice?  Your life is perfect, your world of yoga parties and designer clothes, a home with a guesthouse, pool and outside barbecue with a table always set for a banquet, money pouring everywhere, healthy happy kids and you not earning a dime.  Well, not entirely. Alice tries to be an interior designer, after her friends say she should because ‘hey why not?’  And her client, (her only client FYI) also a fellow spoiled entitled woman, played by Lake Bell, (who has a daughter named Gwyneth, so inside chic)  is just so mean to her. Boo hoo, lets bring out the violins.  As if its the first time poor Alice is in the big bad world we all have to live in.  

We get that this is about her journey and a crossroads in her life.  But Hallie Meyers-Shyer would have better served her obvious talent off to not go to what she and her family knows, the privileged life.  Alice can do anything she wants, her so called journey is from A to B.  She has a kind of freedom that most people just don’t have.  So it’s virtually impossible to root or feel anything for any of these characters.  Even the filmmakers have such rapid success that is just too unbelievable. No struggle. The recent “Patti Cakes,” is the opposite.  An overweight girl from a poor town in Jersey.  That film is truly endearing. This film is the opposite.  You dont care about the characters at all.  This film is  tone deaf to any kind of reality, not one African American or Asian with one quick exception.  “Home Again,” is offensive entitlement of the worst kind. 

Bette Midler Takes Another Week off from “Hello, Dolly!” and Sets January 14, 2018 as End Date of Relatively Short Run

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Goodbye, Dolly, once again.

Starting tomorrow Bette Midler takes her second full week off from “Hello, Dolly!” The first back at the beginning of July.

Midler has also set her closing date for “Dolly!” as January 14, 2018. That should be the end of the run unless they can find someone to come in and take over. That’s unlikely.

The “Hello, Dolly!” cash grab is one of the most onerous in the history of Broadway. Tickets were priced well above $500-$700. Midler is likely taking home $100,000 a week or more. And she hasn’t performed matinees and missed other performances.

Donna Murphy fills Midler’s shoes this week, which means ticket prices go way down and availability goes way up. Murphy is said to be outstanding. Of course, she’s the real deal on Broadway.

Me? I saw Ethel Merman play Dolly. And Carol Channing. And Pearl Bailey. And you can reconstruct the whole show on YouTube if needed. Channing didn’t miss a performance in four years, by the way. Most shows play more than nine months after winning their Tony awards.

Meantime, in other Broadway news, Tony winner Ben Platt– scheduled to leave “Dear Evan Hansen” on November 11th–has announced he will no longer perform matinees either. Platt is 23, Midler is 71. So age is not what’s keeping contemporary performers from doing what decades of Broadway actors did without complaint.

Jerry Lewis’ Memory Is Being Exploited by MDA Muscular Dystrophy After They Treated Him Like Dirt

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MDA Muscular Dystrophy really likes Jerry Lewis now– now that he’s dead.

All weekend long they’ve been exploiting his image and his history with MDA to raise money. They have forgotten that they ousted him in 2011 and embarrassed him after over 50 years.

Lewis invented the Labor Day Telethon and Jerry’s Kids. He spent five decades raising billions for MDA and creating media networks, and systems of local fundraising.

But after the 2010 telethon MDA ousted Jerry. He never returned to the telethon. It died a quick death. Since then MDA contributions have declined.

Jerry would never speak against MDA and now they’re taking advantage of that. MDA is using this picture of Jerry on their home page– with an Oscar on his lap– although he did not have an Oscar. They’ve also been using Twitter all weekend with his likeness and clips to raise money.

MDA is very jealous that the ALS charity became a ‘thing’ when it introduced the Ice Bucket Challenge. Frankly, someone should throw ice on MDA for exploiting Lewis!

Tennis Fans: That IBM Cloud Commercial Song is “Jump into the Fire” by Harry Nilsson, Produced by Richard Perry with All Star Musicians

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Tennis fans: the most constant commercial playing during the US Open seems to be the IBM Cloud spot. And that insistent rock music playing on it is worth nothing.

The song is “Jump into the Fire,” written and sung by the late Harry Nilsson in 1972. It was the third hit single from his “Nilsson Schmilsson” album produced by Richard Perry. The album was a smash, and nominated for Album of the Year at the Grammys. Other recognizable hits from the album are “Without You” (covered years later by Mariah Carey) and “Coconut.”

Perry– the most successful pop producer of the 70s– had an an all star lineup for “Schmilsson.” You’re hearing Beatles sideman Klaus Voormann on bass, Chris Spedding on guitar, John Uribe on guitar, Herbie Flowers on bass, and Jim Gordon on drums. Gordon’s incredible solo is featured on the long version below of “Jump into the Fire.”

Gordon, of course, also wrote the piano part of “Layla.” A few years later he killed his own mother. He was crazy. But also a good composer (although Rita Coolidge claims she wrote the piano part of “Layla” and he just put his name on it).

Anyway. “Nilsson Schmilsson,” like Richard Perry productions with Carly Simon, Ringo Starr and the Pointer Sisters, is among the high water marks of pop music. So a tip of the hat. Forty five years later, “Jump into the Fire” sounds brand new.

PS The pair also made a hit sequel, “Son of Schmilsson,” which had the hits “Space Man” and “You’re Breaking My Heart.” It also featured my guilty pleasure Nilsson song, “The Lottery Song.” Nicky Hopkins plays piano. Absolute perfection.

Watch Sam Moore, Tom Jones, William Bell at Stax Records’ 50th Anniversary Show in London

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On Friday night Sam Moore and William Bell led an all star group of singers including Tom Jones and Beverly Knight in a 50th anniversary Stax Records show at London’s Royal Albert Hall. Don’t you wish you could have been there!?

Here are a couple of clips. I’m kind of hoping Sam Moore gets a Grammy Lifetime Achievement Award this year. In October he turns 82.

Sam Moore and Tom Jones sing the Sam and Dave classic “I Can’t Stand Up for Falling Down”

Sam Moore “Soul Man”

William Bell and Beverly Knight sing Bell and Judy Clay’s 1968 hit “Private Number”:

Steely Dan Catalog Zooms Up iTunes Chart with Tragic Death of Co-Founder Walter Becker

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Steely Dan fans showed their support and love for the group and the late Walter Becker over the weekend.

The entire Dan catalog– the original 7 albums plus the Grammy winning “Two Against Nature” have now zoomed up the iTunes chart. They are all on the top albums chart this morning, along with a greatest hits package “A Decade of Steely Dan.”

The same can be said over at Amazon, where all the albums starting with “Aja” have come to occupy slots on the top 100.

If fans really want to honor Becker, they could also be buying his solo album “11 Tracks of Whack.”

Meantime, Becker’s partner and pal for 50 years, Donald Fagen, cancelled his show last night in San Antonio, Texas. I don’t know how he could have done it given the circumstances.

There are also some nice remembrances that have been published, by journalist turned filmmaker Cameron Crowe on his website, and by Rickie Lee Jones on hers. Rickie opened for Steely Dan last fall at the Beacon; Walter had produced one of her albums.

What happens next should be interesting. Steely Dan usually sits down at the Beacon Theater in New York for a dozen or more shows in October. The dates haven’t been announced yet. But you can bet they will serve as a memorial event to Becker with tickets selling out instantly.

“Twin Peaks: The Return” Ends in Dust with No Resolution Amid Very Expensive Incoherence

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Yes, I watched all 18 hours of “Twin Peaks: The Return” in real time. To paraphrase Albert Brooks from Lost in America, I want those 18 hours back.

Well, 17. Part 8 was very unusual and magical. But the rest of “Twin Peaks” season 3 as some call was one of the great cons in entertainment history.

There was no plot, no story, nothing that connected any of it. It was like a cynical bet made by people who thought, Just shove whatever you want on the screen and people will buy it.

Alas, the ratings indicated that no one bought it. The show didn’t crack the top 150 cable shows on most Sundays. So what if some watched it later in the week? No one cared. No one could makes heads or tails of it. The people who said they got it hoped they did. But they couldn’t have. There was nothing there.

Some of the strands of plot lines were wrapped up sloppily over the last couple of weeks. When so called characters– people who’d appeared out of nowhere– ran their course, they were just eliminated– shot, electrocuted, vanished into the ether.

The original “Twin Peaks” was a 13 arc about the mysterious murder of Laura Palmer, a high school girl who left behind a sketchy journal. The local sheriff couldn’t handle the case, so the FBI in the form of Agent Dale Cooper came to investigate the case. That was 26 years ago. For a while it was fun until it was apparent that all the kooky types in town were just kooky, and there were no clues. This would not be “Murder, She Wrote.”

By the second season, the supernatural was to blame, which meant anything was possible and nothing had to make sense. Laura’s killer turned out to be her father, who’d been possessed by the Devil. And his name was Bob. In the final episode, Bob took over Agent Cooper and put Joan Chen in a doorknob. Everyone was grateful the whole thing ended.

So what to do now? David Lynch and Mark Frost had 25 years to plot a sequel. They went to Showtime, which balked at the price. Lynch announced he couldn’t do the show he wanted. He rallied public sentiment for an 18 episode show. Showtime caved: they wanted prestige. But Lynch never showed them what he was doing. If he had, the whole thing would have been stopped.

We waited 18 weeks for an explanation of the two Coopers and got none. Audrey– who only arrived in the last few episodes– was left screaming at a mirror. We never learned who Billy was– and we never cared. We never learned what Ashley Judd was doing, or what the buzzing was in Horne’s office. There was no point to stories involving Harry Dean Stanton, Matthew Lillard, Amanda Seyfried. The few characters who returned from the original show were just ornamental.

It was grueling, to say the least. My favorite people besides Kyle MacLachlan (I give him credit for trying, hard) were Robert Forster, Don Murray, and Naomi Watts. I’m sure they had no idea what was going on, but they really invested in “Twin Peaks.” I thank them for making it a little easier to put up with the most bull I’ve seen on TV.

If only Frost and Lynch had written a real story for all these people, something that didn’t eat itself as it became more and more ridiculous. Imagine if there had been another weird murder in “Twin Peaks” with echoes of Laura Palmer’s story. Everyone could have been involved. Instead, they just screwed the pooch.

RIP Miguel Ferrer and Catherine Coulson. And I never want to hear that music again.

Box Office: Tom Cruise’s “American Made” Is Dying Abroad with Less Than $20 Million So Far

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I don’t know what’s wrong with Tom Cruise’s “American Made.” Few have seen it, although several top reviewers said they liked it. Doug Liman makes good movies, as we’ve seen with “Edge of Tomorrow” and “Mr. and Mrs. Smith.”

But something has really gone wrong with “American Made.” UNiversal sent it into some new foreign markets this weekend and yielded just $9 million. The overseas total so far is $19.8 million. And now it’s played in a lot of countries to ambivalence.

None of this bodes well for September 29th, when “American Made” hits US screens. No one I’ve talked to even knows it exists. Of course, Tom is recovering somewhere (Scientology Centre?) from his injuries on the now-stalled “Mission Impossible 6.”

And even if he comes out on crutches on a late night talk show– he can’t do real interviews, obviously– the lack of enthusiasm for “American Made” from far flung places may overwhelm the American release. Universal was hoping to rake in some dough before that, but so far it doesn’t look too good.

RIP Donald Fagen on Walter Becker: “He was Cynical About Human Nature and Incredibly Funny”

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Donald Fagen’s official statement about the passing of Walter Becker, his partner in crime for 50 years in Steely Dan. We will all be reeling in the years today.

RIP: Walter Becker, Co-Founder of Steely Dan, Dies at Age 67 (My 2000 Interview)

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Walter Becker, one half of the duo that comprises Steely Dan, has died at age 67. Becker and Donald Fagen met at Bard College in the late 60s, and formed a band that included Chevy Chase. Later they went on tour with Jay and the Americans as their back up band. But they were destined for bigger things. In 1972, as Steely Dan– named for a dildo in William S. Burroughs’ “Naked Lunch”– they had their first of many hits with “Do It Again” from their premier album. Steely Dan broke up in the late 80s, but reformed a few years later and won Album of the Year with their album “Two Against Nature.” They were also inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. They are still touring now, constantly, although Becker has been absent from the stage show for the last several months. He was a funny, gentle man who fought demons, most notably heroin. His death was announced without words, just pictures, on his Facebook page this morning.

Walter’s own credits included producing an album for Rikki Lee Jones and recording a solo album that was beloved by fans. He was a genius, no kidding, no overstating. He will be sorely missed but remembered forever.

More to come…
My 2000 interview with Becker and Fagen follows:

When Steely Dan was last a major part of the pop music marketplace, it was the summer of 1980, and their final hit — “Hey, Nineteen,” about an older guy dating a young girl who shares none of his cultural references, like Aretha Franklin — was wedged into the Billboard charts between such sappy ballads as “Endless Love” and the “Theme From Arthur.” With a Duke Ellington horn section and snarling vocals from Donald Fagen, Steely Dan was going out just as it had come in-as an anomaly.

The duo returns, with Two Against Nature, just as they left: with trumpets, saxophones and trombones blazing away, Mr. Fagen’s voice laced with self-pity and doubt, and Walter Becker’s keen musicianship underneath it all. The album was made, painstakingly and at great cost, over the last three years in Mr. Fagen’s home-away-from-home, River Sound Studios, a four-story walk-up in the East 90’s.
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Mr. Becker and Mr. Fagen were ensconced in the studio where they made the album, watching videotape from their upcoming PBS and VH1 specials. (When they split up 19 years ago, there was no VH1 or even MTV, and PBS was living on reruns of Upstairs, Downstairs.) Mr. Becker, who once sported Rick Wakeman-like tresses, keeps his hair short now. He’s the kind of hip 50 you get to be if you’ve spent the better part of two decades in Hawaii. Mr. Fagen, who has remained in Manhattan, is a different story. Gray-haired, thin-lipped, round-shouldered, he resembles someone’s cool Jewish doctor dad who plays weekends in a neighborhood jazz combo. Unlike his partner, he’s certainly not the kind of guy who would feel at home in Maui. “Did you ever see Burden of Dreams? I feel like Werner Herzog when I’m there.” Mr. Fagen put on his best Mel Brooks German accent. “And the trees are miserable, the birds are screeching in misery!”

They’ve each been through some stuff. Mr. Fagen got married in 1991, to songwriter Libby Titus. He gained two stepchildren. Mr. Becker, who is divorced, has a son in high school and a daughter in college.

In the 20 years spent away from the studio as Steely Dan, Mr. Fagen put out two respected solo albums, The Nightfly and Kamakiriad. Mr. Becker, even in his seclusion, issued a solo self-titled album, produced some jazz things for other artists and for Rickie Lee Jones. He also conquered what he refers to as “health problems,” i.e., substance abuse. In ’93 and ’94 the band toured as Steely Dan, issued a live album, Alive in America, and toured again in ’96.

Through the magic of sampling, Mr. Fagen and Mr. Becker never really went away, playing a major role in songs by such rap artists as De La Soul, Coolio and others. In fact, Mr. Fagen and Mr. Becker were the winners of the 1999 award from the American Society of Composers, Authors and Publishers for most-played rap song, “Uptown Baby,” by Lord Tariq and Peter Gunz, who relied on a riff from the 1977 Steely Dan song “Black Cow.”

“ASCAP sent us these handsome plaques, but they told us we shouldn’t come to the ceremony,” said Mr. Becker. “They said there was some violence the year before and we should stay at home. So I did.”

Mr. Fagen had been planning an acceptance speech. “I would have thanked Lord Tariq and Peter Gunz,” he said. “But they were angry because the sample had already been licensed for Puff Daddy and Mase. But then my stepdaughter heard it on the radio and said it was a different record. And they — Lord Tariq — had never asked for a license. So there was a copyright violation and we made them pay a little extra, and they were mad … We actually heard,” added Mr. Fagen, laughing, “that Puff Daddy was riding around in a limo with Lenny Kravitz and went crazy when he heard it. He said, ‘They stole my sample!’”

They were asked if sampling was really all that different from, say, wind player Wayne Shorter adding some Miles Davis-flavored riffs to Steely Dan’s Aja album.

“It’s not exactly the same thing,” said Mr. Becker with an edge of sarcasm to his voice. “We wrote new music, hired new musicians. In those days nobody [sampled]. We could do it now, and we didn’t consider it. I have nothing against people who do it. Our whole thing is to try and write some songs.”

But doesn’t that take a lot of time?

“It does!” said Mr. Becker. “But at the end of the day you’ve actually written some songs, which is the fun part.”

“And that’s the intellectual property that you eventually own, which you can sell for samples,” said Mr. Fagen. “There’s no other reason to do it anymore, apparently.”

Steely Dan may seem out of step with a pop music world dominated by sampling, lip-synching, and beautiful faces and bodies, but they were unique even in their time. Their early days as Steely Dan, circa 1971-72, were not marked with the hedonism that infected other rock outfits of the day. Groupies were never a big factor.

Mr. Fagen: “Even when we did tour we were too-”

Mr. Becker: “-anxious and weird.”

Mr. Fagen: “We were quite introverted. But we had extroverted members of the band. We were writing the songs.” He paused. “There were groupies no matter who was playing every Saturday night. By 1972 the groupie action in, say, Portland was not that appetizing. And the better-looking class of those was already gone by the time we got to them. Walter and myself and [band member] Denny Dias were more into the cannabis crew than the alcoholic crew, and we were just too slow on the uptake. We just didn’t have enough enthusiasm.”

By the time Mr. Fagen and Mr. Becker split up in ’81, Steely Dan had turned out seven platinum albums and a dozen or so hit singles, including the sarcastic “Reeling in the Years” and “Rikki Don’t Lose That Number.” What is that latter song about, anyway?

Mr. Fagen: “We always thought of Rikki being a girl and the number being a phone number. He [the narrator] was a desperate guy.”

Mr. Becker: “The idea that this girl has stumbled into some kind of debauched situation and has momentarily recoiled from it.”

Mr. Fagen: “In the 70’s, linear lucidity wasn’t that big a priority.”

Mr. Becker: “The depravity of the day contained drugs and sex.”

There is some of that in the new songs.

Mr. Becker: “Well, I hope so. We have our reputations.”

Mr. Fagen, who describes his family as “poor,” was raised on jazz near Princeton, N.J. His mother, a singer, fronted a dance band at the Ideal Hotel in the Catskills and “used to sing constantly.” (His dad, who seems to turn up in the new Steely Dan song, “Don’t Take Me Alive,” was a bookkeeper.)

“That’s why I’m familiar with those standards from the 20’s, 30’s and 40’s,” Mr. Fagen said. “My grandmother gave us a piano when I was 11, and I started fooling around on it. I took a few lessons but learned off jazz records.” Mr. Fagen, who “despised” his music teachers, started a trio at South Brunswick High School. “I was really an amateur jazz player by the time I was 14 or 15.” And a self-described jazz snob. “I despised rock-and-roll,” he said. “To a jazz fan or jazz musician it seemed dumb. They only used simple chords, a couple of chords. It seemed to be very repetitive.”

He met Mr. Becker at Bard College in Annandale-on-Hudson, N.Y., around 1966. Mr. Becker, who came from Forest Hills and was a year younger, had picked up blues guitar from Spirit founder Randy California. Before Mr. Fagen graduated from Bard (Mr. Becker never got the diploma), they were joined on drums for a time by fellow student Chevy Chase.

In short order Mr. Becker and Mr. Fagen arrived in Los Angeles, writing songs for ABC Dunhill Records and playing behind Jay and the Americans. “We were supposed to be writing for groups like Three Dog Night and Grass Roots,” Mr. Fagen said. “But we were terrible at it.”

The pair turned to their literary influences for their own lyrics, everyone from Nabokov and Bruce Jay Friedman to Philip Roth and Terry Southern. Students of the band’s lore know that the band’s name is an allusion to a dildo mentioned in William S. Burroughs’ Naked Lunch.

Very few bands have had the combination of platinum sales and critical respect the Dan achieved over their 10 most fruitful years. But the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame has yet to recognize the band, even three years after they became eligible. For the guys, it’s a tongue-in-cheek puzzlement. They’ve written the hall several times and posted the letters on their Web site. Among the inducements they’ve offered: dozens of old 3-M digital recorders, Mr. Fagen’s childhood piano, which at the time was already in Cleveland, and a case of honey mustard.

“That was for Jann Wenner personally, though,” Mr. Fagen added, referring to the Rolling Stone founder who is behind the museum. He recalled his attendance-along with Warner Brothers music boss Mo Ostin-at the early Rock and Roll Hall of Fame induction ceremonies, at the Waldorf-Astoria: “Mo Ostin would come from L.A., and he needed someone to talk to. So he’d get me and Paul Simon and Lorne Michaels. It was fun. Mike Love made an insane speech. There was all this insane stuff, and it was kind of interesting. Then they decided it was going to be a Grammy-type video thing, and it lost all its character. All the main people are already in there, and now they’re going to have to induct people from the 80’s.”

“We’ve qualified several times,” said Mr. Becker. “Ozzy Osbourne described us as the perennial losers.”

“We tell them we want to be in it and that we’re devastated when we lose,” said Mr. Fagen.

“The first year we became eligible we wrote a letter on a lark,” Mr. Becker said. “We though it would be funny to be inducted by ourselves and not with our old band mates, just for crassness. Subsequently, we found out there was a real debate about that with some other band. So we stumbled into this minefield. So then we reversed our position. We demanded that all of our band members be inducted, plus other bands that had been neglected, like the Fugs, Jimmy Carl Black, the drummer from the Mothers of Invention. Different incarnations of the Jefferson Airplane. We might be the very last band inducted.”

Maybe the Rhythm and Blues Foundation is more in their line?

Mr. Fagen: “What do they like over there? Honey mustard? Belgian chocolate? Swedish ginger cookies?”

With or without the Hall, they will continue to go their own way. Indeed, Two Against Nature reveals only slight changes in their thinking. In the single, “Cousin Dupree,” the main character is an older guy sleeping on his aunt’s couch and fantasizing about his young teenage cousin. “It’s just a little rural love song,” Mr. Fagen likes to say. “What a Shame About Me” concerns a Strand book clerk who’s gone nowhere in his life while his girlfriend has become a major movie star.

“He’s gotten a certain integrity,” Mr. Becker said. “He’s having a moment of bleak epiphany and is in a state of grace.”

But some of Two Against Nature reflects a stark change from the past. Set against a rich melody, “Almost Gothic” is an exuberant love song in which the narrator announces he spells love “L-U-V.”

“It’s a little quote, you know,” Mr. Fagen said. “From the Shangri-Las, I think, some throw away thing from ‘Leader of the Pack.’ I guess maybe because I connected the Shangri-Las with unwholesome sex. There’s no way to explain how powerful his feeling is for this woman is so he has to spell it out.”

What accounts for the un-Steely Dan-like feeling of glee that infects the song?

Mr. Becker: “Well, we have to enlarge the franchise a little bit, expand the territory. We don’t want to be stuck in a rut.”

Mr. Fagen: “You have to perk yourself up every morning when you get older. So you start thinking of these perky subjects.”

Walter produced a Rickie Lee Jones album. Here’s my favorite track