Yeah, those cds and tapes you could get remarkably cheap and they sounded like total s*it as far as sound quality, but at the same time those were some of my favorite performances. Like hearing Donald sing "Brooklyn" on piano.

This is one of the great examples of how true artists produce gold and then the real world sets in and the relatives (who were not there at the time) force a bunch of legal issues and fight over copyright.

Somewhere in Nirvana/Heaven/Whatever Steely Dan songs are available in all their forms. We will look back on this era and just do a facepalm....

I highly recommend Fagan's book "Eminent Hipsters."