Tom’s 20th album, Bad As Me, has hit the shelves and debuts to strong sales and rave reviews. I can’t tell you how totally righteous it feels to see one of my artistic heroes inducted into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame, followed by the biggest commercial score of his long, and productive career.
From first album, Tom reveals an old soul whose tunes bare account of loss, dark humor and exquisite melancholy. When you crave a journey somewhere off the beaten track, Tom Waits will guide you past bus stations, tattoo parlors, cold nights, porno clubs, seedy dives, love forlorn, arsonists and hookers.
For my peeps who know their letters, Tom draws strong comparison with Raymond Carver. A literary cousin in both tone and tale, Carver’s narratives explored alcoholism, domestic violence, and loss of the American Dream through short story masterpieces such as Where I’m Calling from.
If you do not know my singer/songwriter spirit guide, go back in time and score Tom’s first 3 albums: Nighthawks At The Diner, Closing Time, and Heart of Saturday Night. The last contains many San Diego references, imagery inspired by the landscape of Tom’s youth in National City. Groove on Tom’s distinctive blend of storytelling, and poetic lyricism, laced with smoky influences of jazz, blues, vaudeville, and haunting industrial cacophony. Your cache will rise among musical homies who will suspect you have contracted a case of personal insight, presenting with symptoms of terminal coolness!
Tom’s artistic Holy Trinity should be played in the wee hours when loneliness and silent urges reach true poignancy. Enhance this gritty, pensive atmosphere with a fat double bourbon over crushed ice, and a brunette over easy.