I fell in love with Tom Waits long before I heard his stuff. I like to check an artist's album covers before I give them a listen because I'm a book-cover-judger. But with Waits I never got around to listening. Just looking.
And, I tell you, the planes of this guy's face just refuse to alter with age. I'm not saying he's preternaturally preserved, or anything. Just unyeilding. Like he followed his lines from where they started and saw them through honestly. Dealt uncompromisingly with Time. So I loved him on that alone.
And then I heard Clap Hands months later and understood.
So, put on Beautiful Maladies and listen to some uneasy lovelies.
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