Quite fittingly, I saw Tom Waits while sweating off an absinthe hangover in an unairconditioned warehouse on a sultry Dallas summer Monday night.
Lucinda
Way down in the hole
Anywhere I lay my head
November
Chocolate Jesus
Frank's wild years
Singapore
Hoist that rag
Get behind the mule
Such a scream
Eyeball kid
Lucky day
Invitation to the blues
Lost in the harbor
Innocent when you dream
16 shells from a 30 ought 6
Lie to me
Fannin St
Black market baby
Misery is the river of the world
Make it rain
Jesus gonna be here
9th and Hennepin
Time
That was such an outstandingly strange show. I had no idea what to expect, and it was everything I hoped it would be. I'd like to see Tom in an interpretive dance competition against Billy Joe Shaver.
Craziest fucking thing was that they made like there would be a second encore - changed up the stage lighting, everybody cheering - then hit us with the house lights. Everyone staggered around confused for a bit before heading for the exits, and my friend and I weren't twenty seconds out the door when Tom's tour bus came hauling ass out of there. I could picture him jumping to the steps, grabbing the door handle yelling hang on St. Christopher!!! as the motherfucker made a Blues Brothers getaway.
Lucinda
Way down in the hole
Anywhere I lay my head
November
Chocolate Jesus
Frank's wild years
Singapore
Hoist that rag
Get behind the mule
Such a scream
Eyeball kid
Lucky day
Invitation to the blues
Lost in the harbor
Innocent when you dream
16 shells from a 30 ought 6
Lie to me
Fannin St
Black market baby
Misery is the river of the world
Make it rain
Jesus gonna be here
9th and Hennepin
Time
That was such an outstandingly strange show. I had no idea what to expect, and it was everything I hoped it would be. I'd like to see Tom in an interpretive dance competition against Billy Joe Shaver.
Craziest fucking thing was that they made like there would be a second encore - changed up the stage lighting, everybody cheering - then hit us with the house lights. Everyone staggered around confused for a bit before heading for the exits, and my friend and I weren't twenty seconds out the door when Tom's tour bus came hauling ass out of there. I could picture him jumping to the steps, grabbing the door handle yelling hang on St. Christopher!!! as the motherfucker made a Blues Brothers getaway.