In music, mistakes or near mistakes sometimes have a way of ending happily. Synapses fire and a forgotten lyric is remembered a nanosecond before it has to be sung. The mind goes blank, but muscle memory takes over and something unexpected and wonderful happens.
On rare occasions in the musical world, even the most frustrating blunders produce gratifying results. So it was with me and the botched Steely Dan interview.
For those who missed last months column on that embarrassing episode, Steely Dan is one of my two all-time favorite groups. They played at the Idaho Botanical Garden in August, and Id gotten myself included in a July media teleconference that kicked off their tour. To say that I was looking forward to interviewing my heroes is an understatement.
If you did read last months column, you know about The Mistake. We were told at the beginning of the teleconference to press *1 to be entered in a queue for asking questions. I pressed 1* and never did get to ask my questions. As my late mother might have put it, I felt like two cents waiting for change.
I was half hoping that Steely Dans press people would take pity on me and set up an interview with them when they came to town. That didnt happen, but some other good things did.
They started, as good things sometimes do, with a bad thing. On the first or second song of the show, the inevitable contingent of fans who think that people would rather watch them dance than see the act they paid to see stood up and blocked the view of the stage. Incensed, my wife asked them to sit down. Miraculously, they did.
For one song. Then a woman old enough to know better not only got up and started dancing but gestured for others to join her. That was all it took. What began with one dancing dolt ended with hundreds of people standing and dancing in front of the stage for the rest of the night.
You can only look at the backs of knees for so long. If your chairs have been reduced to obsolescence and youve become part of a gyrating throng, you might as well be close to the front of the gyrating throng, where you can see something.
From there, you could get an idea of what its like to be onstage with a group of that caliber. Donald Fagen and Walter Becker, who began and jointly are Steely Dan, surround themselves with 10 of the best studio musicians and backup singers on the planet. For someone like me, who has played in local bands most of my life, an evening in close proximity to that kind of talent was akin to seeing Shangri-la.
And wed get even closer. The walk back to the car after the show took us past a white limousine stuck in gridlock. I was walking with my daughter, who had had her Steely Dan license plates turned into a purse (the one pictured with last months column). We assumed some fans had rented the limo for a night of partying until a window rolled down and there, close enough to touch, was Donald Fagen the co-writer, keyboard player and voice of Steely Dan.
If ever there was a time to get your purse signed, this is it, I said after regaining the power of speech.
No, she replied. I dont want to bug him.
To understand this, you need to know that for us Fagen has almost mythical status. The man is an alien. His intellect is not of this earth. I was proud of her for not invading his privacy.
Two days later, an email arrived from Julia Rundberg, the Botanical Gardens executive director. It said she had something I might like. The purse-daughter all but melted down waiting for us to get home from our trip and find out what it was.
What it was was an autographed Steely Dan poster for her and a framed, autographed copy of the botched-interview column for me. Its on a wall in my home office now. If the house ever catches fire, its one of the first things Ill grab.
Thanks, Donald and Walter, for doing that. It beats the hell out of asking you a couple of questions on the phone.
And thanks to Julia and all the folks at the Botanical Garden for making it happen. And for all the great talent youve brought to the garden in the last few years.
A friend who saw Steely Dan in Portland said the garden show was better because the crowd was so into it. Becker and Fagen seemed energized by that, smiling and talking to the audience more than Id ever seen them do in other cities.
Maybe theyll come back one day. If so, I have some questions waiting for them.
If you like humor with your music, you might want to put Oct. 4 on your calendar. Antsy McClain and the Trailer Park Troubadours will play a benefit concert for the Idaho Suicide Prevention Hotline (1 800 273-TALK) that night at the Egyptian Theater.
At his previous Boise shows, fans have alternated between enjoying McClains and his bands musical talents and laughing until they cried. I laughed so hard I hurt myself.
The show will raise money to extend the hotlines hours to 24/7 and will honor veterans, a high-risk group for suicide. Tickets, $25, are available at the Egyptian and The Record Exchange. Information: www.egyptiantheatre.net.
Tim Woodwards column appears every other Sunday and is posted on www.woodwardblog.com the following Mondays. Contact him at firstname.lastname@example.org.