The regular hacking which brought vile pictures to mind of misery, black lung, emphysema, cyctic fibrosis, choking , phlegm, metastasized cancer. and nicotine hangovers. I don’t need JSJ to unearth these images, I can get the same disgusting feeling speaking with my customers.

“No one knows I am gone” is sweetly mournful, a song about after the shouting is over, it is not so much the journey toward death (JSJ’s take) but the destination itself, lonely , isolated, its not so much a complaint as a pathetic lament that attempts to make the listener feel guilty. Perhaps a recurring suicidal thought of a hopeless good for nothing with a hangover earned with stolen money and a looming jail term. So the energetic hacking detracted from the point of the lyrics and focused me on the journey, the way to die not the state of being dead, which leads me to pose the question ” Do you know your dead?”

Thanks for the Hells Blues Choir just excellent their rendition made the beautiful chord changes that TW uses more apparent than usual. hh

Welcome to The Waiting Room.

Tuck yourself in.

½DC

You might like to read about my recent discovery of Tom Waits and Bruce Springsteen singing Jersey Girl together in 1981:

http://carnivalsaloon.blogspot.com/2008/07/tom-waits-covers-2-bruce-springsteen.html

Pleasure to have been able to do my business in front of you.

HH - glad you’re still with us & enjoying this nonsense. TWoTH’s in the peak of fitness (for her age, body mass, hair colour, cynicism) & will perhaps be more regular with appearances as we dive into Summer. Fisk will be back shortly (I have a cracking theme tune for his return & he has more Celebrity Muggings to report + a whole 2 months of crazy logic to impart). Toad has disappeared up his own whole recently (blog, University radio show, record label, wife, etc.) so we’re not so sure when he will be back scraping profanities across his tongue & out its very own hole. the other half of is also being busy with a local theatre / arts company, putting on bi-monthly unsigned band gigs, pregnant wife about to spit the pip, so we aint holding an immigrant’s nose shut on him being back round the block any month soon… Say hi to the Graduate for us (&, in turn, tell her say howdy to any resident or ex SBC giggle kittens).

I’m going to be traveling the USof again for most of August - starting in Salt Lake City & headed a little SW before ploughing on & upwards through West Coast, hitting all the major cities (incl. Portland, so hopefully be around for some of the Pickathon fest - hear that Toad? Shamone!) - which means another round of blwdy pre-records done well in advance of take off. Here we bastard go again…

Matthew - HH thought that the Matt in The Wedding Room show a few weeks back, the Matt that got ‘married’ to a man who has a real life penis, was you &, therefore, by proxy, assumed you were as gay as a bumblebee’s button coat. I put him straight (no pun) of course. I made sure that he was 100% clear that, yes, you have dabbled but that was mostly out of bored necessity & a mind-numbed desire to distract from the monotony of 23hr lock down prison life. On another note, “ScarJo” is indeed an STD, afflicting only those engaging in vacuously transparent self promotion.

Matt - cheers for tuning in good man. If you scrabble about in the archives you’ll eventually find the original The Waitsing Room show what had 2 or 3 hrs (I forgets which, right now) of Tom Waits songs on it. Hope you got past our babble to enjoy the music proper, like.

Kara - check out the Playlists section. My guess is that’s where you’ll find the one for this show *)

Thanks again, all, for tuning in & leaving stuff to respond to.

½DC

*actually, I just cut&paste it into the main blurb (& I’m sure as sure is that you have already discovered that)

A stunning, emotional journey of strange voices set to familiar words and tintinabulation, simply stunning because like a table of fine food, presentation still counts and makes the experience so much more than the sum of its parts and my Welch friends that is what you add to the dinner party, stunning presentation and a warm home full of wonderful friends, thanks for asking me to dinner.

Wow.. Oh Boy, Hokey Smokes Bullwinckle, thanks for the work and dedication to the beautiful hh

Coming off the high from seeing Tom live for the first (and then second) time in St. Louis and Knoxville last weekend, this was just the thing to combat withdrawal.

More, please!

Classic!

Interestingly, having contacted all the Tom Waits dedicated websites/blogs/etc. & all the Covers blogs out there to advertise this evening’s glut, most are ignoring the thing (except some really cool people who tune in anyway) or, especially in one case, just so happen to have posted a huge Tom Waits Cover Version post yesterday without any mention of tonight’s show. It’s a good job there’s enough Waits to go around, eh?

Cynical?

Us?