We're sitting drinking Campari in the Angry Squire on Seventh Avenue in Chelsea, a dull sweltry Sunday night, watching the sippers and swallowers drift through a brew or two and buzz out somewhere else.

A dark New York street cowboy saunters in, locking his Honda to the hitching post outside. He orders a Whitbread Ale (on tap), takes a poke, then moves to the juke.

Anybody on the street

Has murder in his eyes

You feel no pain and you're younger

Than you realize.

Thoughts like that sometimes must be hidden on B sides; and Steely Dan, the most profound cha-cha band in rock history, keeps it behind their first Tasmanian Go-Rilla, "Do It Again." I nodded to the guy in the cowboy hat, he didn't see mp, and that was cool. But when another obscure Steely Dan B side came on under his quarter, I decided to walk over and ask him what his motives were.

But after "Fire in the Hole" was finished, and "Reelin" in the Years" went through it's remarkable guitar trade-off, the subway cowboy was out the door. To me, it kind of indicates where the Steely Dan cult is at: found