kayfabe
The last of a dying breed.
Two years ago, Waits justified the itinerary of his last two-week tour in 2006 by quipping “We need to go to Tennessee to pick up some fireworks, and someone owes me money in Kentucky.
Tom Waits unveils tour: “Pehdtsckjmba,” he says. (via romeojulietsierra:optimistclub)
Neko Case - Christmas Card From A Hooker In Minneapolis
originally by Tom Waits
(posted by sometimesagreatnotion)
Tom Waits — San Diego Serenade
I never saw the white line till I was leavin’ you behind
I never knew I needed you until I was caught up in a bind
And I never spoke I love you till I cursed you in vain
I never felt my heart strings until I nearly went insane
Tom Waits reads “The Laughing Heart” by Charles Bukowski
you can’t beat death
but you can beat death in life, sometimes.
When I was a teenager living at my parents home in Sherman Oaks back in the seventies I would borrow the family car and drive over the hill to look for the magic of the city. I would leave the valley and head over Coldwater Canyon and when I got to Sunset Blvd I would make a sharp left hand turn towards the Sunset Strip. Everything looked and felt different now. I felt like I had entered into a different civilization and I liked that feeling. I became a regular at the old Tropicana Motel hanging out with the bands like The Ramones or just having a rather large hamburger at Dukes, the coffee shop. Tom Waits lived at the Tropicana and he was always sitting on the stairs greasing the phone in the booth or just hanging out with friends. He was not amused when I took this photo, but I didn’t care. I captured a moment and that is all that mattered. I really need to make a movie about all of my memories from that magical time in my life.
You don't want to be Todd Martens: Excerpt: 'About A Girl' (acting a lovesick fool at SXSW) →
This is the latest in a series of posts about girls. There’s one where I was a jerk. Actually there’s two of those, thus far. There’s one that includes a picture of my cat, and there’s one in which dog toys play a major role.
I’ve been late in posting this, but in the winter…
Tom Waits - Christmas Card From a Hooker In Minneapolis
hey Charley I think about you
everytime I pass a fillin’ station
on account of all the grease
you used to wear in your hair
and I still have that record
of little anthony & the imperials
but someone stole my record player
how do you like that?
One of my favorite Christmas songs.
