So I’ve been listening to a steady stream of Tom Waits and more than ever I find myself singing along with his signature gem “Mr. Siegal.”
This raw, raunchy, right cross of a ballad captures Las Vegas better than any other song before or since or could. And is Waits at his very gravelly best.
“…drivin’ dangerous curves across the dirty sheets…”
That is all.
And no, don’t start with “Viva Las Vegas,” which sounds like it was and probably was written by the LV Chamber of Commerce. Even when belted by ZZ Top.
Mr. Siegal is one of the best songs, period. Also, it’s one of my goto earworm killers when some nasty thing just crawls in there and refuses to be evicted.
How do the Angels get to sleep,
When the Devil leaves his porchlight on?