It is a Friday and this is my last post of the week…..I do not write many reviews but this one hits home for me.
Back in the mmid-70s I was the late night bartender at a local pub and that was when I was introduced to the musical styling of Tom Waits. From the very first song of his first album, Closing Time, I was hooked.
I even went to a small club in New Orleans where Waits was performing….a club that sat about 200 people and I was not disappointed. His storytelling was spot on especially in the early hours of the morning when the creatures were out and about…..if you have lived that life then you know how spot on his storytelling was.
This review is about his album, Rain Dogs, who some say was one of his best works.
I can’t recall what went through my head when first listening to ‘Telephone Call From Istanbul’, a rhythmically buoyant song that seemed to be about broken glass, blue donkeys and never trusting a man in a blue trench coat. All I know is that I was open-mouthed, and nothing musical was ever the same again. Especially for my long-suffering mother, who would have to deal with me imitating Waits’ possessed, wolf-like howls whenever I entered a room.
Even now, she refers to Waits as the sound ‘Woooouh!‘ as opposed to his birth name – both as a reference to my insufferable childhood antics but also, I suspect, to the fact that listening to a Tom Waits record is, for her, the equivalent of that scene from The Pink Panther Strikes Back when Herbert Lom dons the clawed gauntlet and goes to town on the chalkboard. Some apples do fall far from the tree.
Years later, I wandered about in my then-favourite music store, on a mission: I was looking to buy my first Tom Waits album.
At the time, I didn’t know his discography like the back of my hand and was searching for the album that featured ‘Telephone Call From Istanbul’. To my distress, I couldn’t find it and settled on the only record they had, ‘Rain Dogs’, not realising in the moment that it was the best buy I was ever going to make.
I mainlined the album again and again, completely drunk on Waits’ gravelly growls, his ominous whispers, the carnivalesque musical accompaniments that enriched the stories of one-armed dwarves, millionaires shoveling coal and protagonists falling out of windows with confetti in their hair.
Waits’ voice may not be everyone’s cup of tea but for me he speaks volumes….his storytelling is superb.
The truth of the matter I prefer his early years his album Nighthawks At The Diner will forever be number one on my list….for those that do not know Tom Waits this is the album I most liked…..although they all are good.
Please listen
and enjoy.
Now for the album Rain Dogs….
I hope you enjoyed the unusual musical styling….
That is it for this week…..enjoy your weekend and as always…..Be Well and Be Safe….
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