A Proustian moment, kinda… one night when I was moderately high…
I love Tom Waits’ “Alice”. A lot. I love Charlie Brown, bless his poor clueless roundheaded soul. Charlie Brown has just kicked through the leaves of Tom Waits’ new cd, Alice. Tom might or might not know it…Charlie definitely doesn’t.
It happened in the first few bars of “I’m I’m Still Here…” … sounds just like some leaf shufflin’ music, to me, in a Peanuts cartoon. Possibly Thanksgiving, maybe Christmas. Doesn’t matter, really. The point is , Charlie knows Alice.
So… it hurts. And its an advertisement, unsolicited and uncompensated. Some justice on the Supreme Court once said something to effect of “I can’t define obscenity, but I know it when I see it…”
Same with beauty. The rest of the record is beautful as well. Try it.
The best part is, if Tom Waits knew I was pleading his case, he would understand the piss poor job I did…