Browsing the archives for the Tom Waits tag
In the moment of aiming the gun turns into a dowser’s wand You see, some bullets are special, for a single target, a certain stag or a certain person, and no matter where you aim, that’s where the bullet will end up.
Entropy’s a bitch. I have started writing again. It’s neat. It’s creaky, rusty, and the leather’s all dried out, but I think the old girl might have some life in her. This pleases me, and scares me a little. It’s been a long time since I just went for it. Charlie Brown and the Football [...]
I kid you not, you can judge a man by his search terms. Women, it’s tits. But men… it’s search terms. By that rubric I am King Fucking King With A Great Big Dong. These are the terms that people actually typed into a search engine, only to be told, “One charming motherfucking pig? That’s [...]
Tom Waits Week continues. I remember when this album came out. It was 1984, and I was working at my second real job, in the Books and Records Dept. at Caldor. I remember being drawn to the album cover. I didn’t listen to that album for eight years, and then I was hooked. Vagabond burlesque. [...]
It Will Always Come To Find You, It Will Always Hear You Cry This song, with Keith Richards for added legitimacy, is one of my favorite ever. Again, Tom sings in myths, he hums like a detuned radio. Dear God, there’s so much of me that’s lain dormant. You say that it’s gospel, but I [...]
Tom Waits Week continues with Temptation, a ditty from Frank’s Wild Years, which was the follow up to Rain Dogs, and the last in the trilogy which includes Swordfishtrombones, and Rain Dogs. I understand, Dear Reader, that Tom Waits is kind of a binary fella. You either like him , or not. If you don’t, [...]
I don’t love Tom Waits, per se. I love an era of Tom Waits’ career. I love from Rain Dogs through Bone Machine. This particular swath of Tom’s career really speaks to the addict in me. The Irish. This song is from Bone Machine. One look in his eye, and everyone denies ever having met [...]
