Well, it may have taken almost a year but I am ready to listen to Tom Waits again.
But how could I have doubted I wouldn’t be - he is an artist I have never seen live but have listened to regularly for nigh on 30 years. There is no way I could live the rest rest of my life without that driving rhythm, the words that fit together like a beautiful puzzle, the occasional hint of spaghetti western, the sense of humour that echoes my own, and of course that feeling of melancholy and hopelessness that is the flipside of western living.
The way he wrings whatever sound he needs from the instruments to get the desired effect has influenced my writing style for a long, long time now - we may have never met but together we have both aged and grown wise . . .
Sorry Nicola, I'll try to keep the volume low . . .
(ps - Life is never dull when you are married to the dancing queen . . .)
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7.20 in the morning and I am dancing to Russian music - fabulous!
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