bring a bible and a rope

i'm not sure i could put it into words.
if you don't get tom waits, then you don't get music.
...or art.
...or life.

every now and then i'll pull up a tom waits song to listen to.
the only problem is that once i start listening to his music, it's hard to stop.
and so it started last night.
and i have to keep listening to his music because everything else just pales in comparison.




i got a phone call today from an old friend. every time he calls he inevitably drags the subject of sex into the conversation. will i have sex with him?...every time i tell him no and that he just needs to let it go. he's been ignoring me saying this for years.

why am i telling you this?

i'm telling you because, for all you guys out there, don't do this to girls...it's annoying. more than annoying, i think that, inevitably, it puts a strain on a friendship.

anyway, in the course of our conversation, we moved on to other subjects. and my friend told me that his dad, who has been sick for a very long time, just died.

and i know how hard it is to lose a parent. and i'm sorry for him. it's a difficult thing.

so, tom's video is for my friend who called today. because the music of tom waits has always conveyed more about life than any other music i know.