I thought he sounded like someone was choking a homeless person.
But that seems like eons ago. Now? Well…now I think he’s a f’ing genius. That voice, that guttural agony. Without compunction, it lays bare all of his sins, his heartaches, his infinite sadness and his endless nights of longing. Jersey Girl is…well…it is what it is. It makes you know why you are in love, reminds you of why you were in love or makes you realize why you want to be in love again. Don’t look for Britney or Justin when it comes to love songs. Thomas Alan Waits has got that all hemmed up.
And I will argue with you to the grave and never back down on my opinion that Tom Traubert’s Blues (Four Sheets To The Wind In Copenhagen) is the greatest “drunk at the bar, two in the morning and I’m all alone” song ever penned.
Tom Waits ain’t no pop star. He’s the guy pop stars have nightmares about. Because they know that his voice will resonate long after theirs has dissolved into the stratosphere.
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