Track 3 from their seventh album, “Gaucho” released in 1980 copyright MCA Records. Recorded from the special edition original vinyl, mastered at half speed. The album achieved Platinum status within a year. “Hey Nineteen” was a very successful single, peaking at 10 in the U.S. and becoming a number 1 hit in Canada. Taking more than a year to record, it continued the high production values of “Aja”, also winning the Grammy for Best Engineered Non-Classical Recording. Multiple session musicians, many of whom they’d worked with on previous albums, were again brought in to contribute their best. Written by Walter Becker & Donald Fagen and produced by Gary Katz. RIP Walter Becker. Featuring:
Donald Fagen – Lead vocals, synthesizer, electric piano & organ
Walter Becker – Bass & guitars
Special guests:
Rob Mounsey – Piano & synthesizer
Don Grolnick – Electric piano & Hohner clavinet
Pat Rebillot – Electric piano
Joe Sample – Electric piano
Steve Khan – Guitars
Mark Knopfler – Guitars
Larry Carlton – Guitars
Hugh McCracken – Guitars
Hiram Bullock – Guitars
Rick Derringer – Guitars
Chuck Rainey – Bass
Anthony Jackson - Bass
Bernard “Pretty” Purdie – Drums
Rick Marotta – Drums
Steve Gadd – Drums
Jeff Porcaro – Drums
Crusher Bennett –Percussion
Victor Feldman – Percussion
Ralph McDonald – Percussion
Nicholas Marrero – Percussion
George Marge – Clarinet
Walter Kane – Clarinet
Tom Scott – Tenor and alto sax, clarinet & lyricon
David Sanborn – Alto sax
Michael Brecker – Tenor sax
Dave Tofani – Tenor sax
Ronnie Cuber – Baritone sax
Randy Brecker – Trumpet & flugelhorn
Wayne Andre – Trombone
Michael McDonald – Background vocals
Patti Austin – Background vocals
Valerie Simpson – Background vocals
Frank Floyd – Background vocals
Diva Gray – Background vocals
Gordon Grody – Background vocals
Lani Groves – Background vocals
Leslie Miller – Background vocals
Zachary Sanders – Background vocals
Toni Wine – Background vocals
6:05 outside the stadium, special delivery for Hoops McCann
Brut and charisma poured from the shadow where he stood
Lookin' good, he's a crowd-pleasin' man
One on one, he's schoolyard Superman, crashin' the backboard, he's Jungle Jim, again
When it's all over, we'll make some calls from my car
We're a star (it's a glamour profession, the L.A. concession)
Local boys will spend a quarter just to shine the silver bowl
(Livin' hard will take its toll)
Illegal fun under the sun, boys
All aboard the \"Carib Cannibal\", off to Barbados just for the ride
Jack with his radar stalking the dread moray eel
At the wheel with his Eurasian bride
On the town, we dress for action, celluloid bikers is Friday's theme
I drove the Chrysler, watched from the darkness while they danced
I'm the one (it's a glamour profession) I'm the one (the L.A. concession)
Local boys spend a quarter just to shine the silver bowl
(Livin' hard will take its toll)
Illegal fun under the sun, boys
(Hollywood, I know your middle name)
(Who inspires your fabled fools?)
That's my claim to fame
Jive Miguel, he's in from Bogota, meet me at midnight at Mr. Chow's
Szechuan dumplings now that the deal has been done
I'm the one (it's a glamour profession) I'm the one (the L.A. concession)
Local boys spend a quarter just to shine the silver bowl
(Livin' hard will take its toll)
Illegal fun under the sun, boys
Illegal fun under the sun, boys
