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Steely Dan: The Panic in the Year Zero Bossa Nova
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.
February 1, 1974


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.