He says he was born on December 7th 1949, in San Diego, in a moving cab. I don’t know for sure about the last two facts, but the first is true. Eight years after Pearl Harbor and sixty years hence. What a life and what a batch of records.
God Speed Tom Waits.
Dylan in mono as issued by Sundazed. Cool 2-eye Columbia label. Damn, this sounds too good for words. The Plaza has a farmer’s market this morning and Conklin Orchards does these sweet mini-pies. Peach is on tap this AM. Mighty tasty.
Not meaning to name-check two of my favorite web destinations, but The Eyeball Kid had a great link this AM to a Tom Waits flickr page. Don’t delay-check it here.
One of those all-time greatest is Tom Waits. His mythology is legendary, from his birth in a moving cab to his between song banter (if you’re lucky enough to see him play one of his rare live shows, you know what I mean). Anyway, I’m finally getting around to Innocent When You Dream: The Tom Waits Reader and the editor, Mac Montandon, has crafted a wily compendium of all things WAITS. If you happen to believe Tom Waits to be one of our most important storytellers and troubadours you don’t want to miss this magical tome. And if you don’t think Tom Waits is one our most treasured you should reassess your entire life up to this point because something went wrong for you.
What made me even mention this was a response Mr. Waits gave to a question in a Thrasher interview from 1993. “We all have a drum in our chest from the moment we’re born.” I read that for the first time this morning at 8:45 AM EDT and I believe it.