Oh, I know you don’t listen to Boz Scaggs. You have your reasons. All your reasons suck, too. Your position on so-called “seventies production techniques”: it’s a yawner. Your whining about the slick smooth grooves favored by Boz and the lesser lights who were his contemporaries though not his peers: base hypocrisy. The fact of the matter is that you have never sat down and listened to Boz, and you know it. It’s really OK, and I shouldn’t be chewing your ass about it; most of the critics who wrote about Boz Scaggs during his heyday hadn’t really listened very hard, either. They wrote what they figured they were supposed to write, and their opinions now cling to Boz’s reputation like kelp to a wetsuit.