Among people I’ve talked to about music, there are two camps.
Camp A: “Steely Dan is godawful plasticky jazz-lite yacht rock. Turn that shit off right now.”
Camp B: “Steely Dan is literally the perfect music. I want it played at my funeral, and then piped into my coffin through tiny speakers after I’m buried.”
I’ve never encountered anyone who’s listened to them and had a lukewarm opinion. Why do they evoke such strong emotions?