Some time between 1979 and 1982 I started listening to Tom Waits. I saw him in concert at some point and continued to listen to him religiously for a long time and then listen sporadically although he is still a go to music fella in times of need. Via comes two videos of one interview, which are great for a variety of reason.
This comes from about the time I started paying attention. Recently, I think yesterday, Waits released a video from his Bad as I Want to Be Album, which I got as a gift. What struck me on seeing it was the fact that it is clearly an anti-War on terror song and, whatismore, one the few that I can think from the present crop of whatsits:
Some of his more recent stuff is too something or another for me but this one seems to be a example of an man and musician trying to make sense of the horrors of permanent war and the misery it inflicts on soldiers.
Enjoy your weekend while you still have one.
Showing posts with label Tom Waits. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tom Waits. Show all posts
Friday, August 10, 2012
Friday, June 8, 2012
From Here to There
How do you go from vaguely Dylan incomprehensible poetry like this:
To full on political engagement like this
Or, for that matter, from comedic jazzy whatnot like this
To the near madness of this
To the philosophical depth of this
And that is leaving aside one of the finest albums ever.
In other words, what seems today to be clear and certain will or might in the fullness of time become if not its opposite at least something both weird and wonderful. Or so I tell my self when surveying the current economy and my place within it.
To full on political engagement like this
Or, for that matter, from comedic jazzy whatnot like this
To the near madness of this
To the philosophical depth of this
And that is leaving aside one of the finest albums ever.
In other words, what seems today to be clear and certain will or might in the fullness of time become if not its opposite at least something both weird and wonderful. Or so I tell my self when surveying the current economy and my place within it.
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Tom Waits: Hopeless Romantic II
Is the suggestion here that despite the content, dreams are ideal states toward which we ought all tend? Note, as by the way, the accordion
And on true love:
It's the spitting on Eddy Arnold, bird flipping, and wing giving that define true love.
Then again:
Then yet again:
And on true love:
It's the spitting on Eddy Arnold, bird flipping, and wing giving that define true love.
Then again:
Then yet again:
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Tom Waits; Hopeless Romantic
He used to be young once too, you know:
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Friday, January 21, 2011
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