Tom Waits Kind of Month

Thursday, October 04, 2007 | comments (3)
My first Tom Waits experience was in college. My friend loved him. I thought his music was . . . interesting, the same way a swamp is interesting. There's some beautiful things in a swamp, but it takes a special type of person to venture into the dank and mud. Bottom line, I just wasn't ready for it then. But I am now. In a really big way. And I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but man, I love Tom Waits. And I love this album. I can't stop listening to Brawlers and Bawlers. Over and over. Holy crap, it's a drunken bar fight of an album. And I've never been this happy to be this sad.


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i pulled out some old tom waits last month.. small change...
it is film noir ...without the film...
and ...yeah..i dont remember liking it this much back when i first bought it..
guess im at the place in my life where a tom waits soundtrack.. works..
crazy.. huh..
xoxo

Posted by suicid_blond on Oct 04, 2007 at 11:52:38 AM
I second the notion. Here here.

Posted by Laundro on Oct 04, 2007 at 12:33:01 PM
SB: I like that: film noir without the film. Sometimes it just hits the spot, doesn't it?

Posted by Rothko on Oct 04, 2007 at 12:39:29 PM
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