Last week I re-read (most) of William S. Burroughs' ode to heroin Naked Lunch. It packs just as much or more of a sordid punch as I remember. Mad junkie jibber-jabber. In honor or the book's famed family of dildo's, Steely Dan I, II, and III, I present you two Live . . .
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