I was working in the kitchen all afternoon making clam chowder and listening to Tom Waits. Some days are just right for a process soup and Tom’s straight-to-the-gut renditions of life. Like sandpaper on a newborn’s belly.
My wife and kids can’t stand Tom. It’s that way with a lot of people. I think Tom is something you feel more than you listen to.
An old friend, Bjorn, sent me this video this morning. And though I don’t yet need a dime, there is something very haunting in the lyrics. In the way he talks about building an empire.