Originally posted by: Perknose
Originally posted by: KillyKillall
Anyone else a fan?
Absolutely! I turned my late wife Jessie onto Tom Waits. Well, actually, she turned herself onto him -- dug out his albums from my collection and soon we were buying all the CD's.
Jessie is still the only woman I've ever known personally who LOVED Tom Waits! Memories, man, memories.
One of her favorite songs was some obscure one -- I don't even remember the album it was on -- but it started off with you hearing knocking noises and other odd sounds from, like, "next door", then Waits saying, "What's he DOING in there" and going on to randomly fantasize in hilarious terms about what his "neighbor" might be up to.
It used to crack Jessie up! You can see why I loved her, no?
I actually got a ride home from the Venice Poetry Workshop the three times Tom Waits showed up. This was in LA in 1973 or 74. We both lived in Hollywood (about as unglamorous as you can imagine). I used to hitchhike down to Venice for the workshop. The Venice Poetry Workshop is still going strong and now semi-famous with it's own building in Santa Monica,* but back then it was in a completely bare and small old storefront on a backwater side street in Venice, accross the street from a wonderfully low-life bar.
Anybody could go. I found it as a one line listing on the events page in the newspaper. There'd only be ten to as many as twenty people there at any one meeting, which was weekly on either Tuesdays or Thursdays. The place couldn't hold anymore, anyway. Just a bare room with an old couch or two and a bunch of completely mismatched chairs roughly arranged in a circle.
Each week, we'd go around the circle and, at your turn, you could either chose to read something you'd written or pass. If you read, then also clockwise, each person in turn could decide to give you feedback, or not.
You were not allowed to answer the criticism, even one peep. You just either took it in, or didn't.
Like I said, anyone could show up, but they were seriously working poets there, and their criticism was BRUTAL and unforgiving, and absolutely meant to weed out anyone who didn't have the chops. Wow, the first few times I heard them serially rip people new ones, my mouth was agape. Remember now, the ripee could NOT respond!
I loved it! I felt it was everything higher education should have been, but wasn't. You were there because you wanted to be there, and you learned quickly or left in flames.
Anyway, I'd been going religiously for quite some time when one day Tom Waits showed up. None of us knew who he was at all, hell, I don't even think he'd had his first album out then and so nobody really knew him. He read "In The Heart Of Saturday Night" as a poem and we all stood as one and applauded!
Btw, he talked in a normal voice and not that pseudo, whiskey wracked nighthawk voice he now usually sings and even talks in. I think that's intentionally put on, 100%. Anyway, he came twice more in the next couple of weeks and each time, he gave me a ride home to Hollywood. I lived right off of Sunset Blvd., then on Martel St (ave?), between Fairfax and LaBrea.
And get this! I love cars, and he had a 1955 Mercury Montclair V-8, factory dual exhaust two door hardtop. So, years later when I heard "Ol' 55", I have to think he was talking about this
car.
He was just a straight ahead good guy, very down to earth. I remember the first night he drove me home, he asked if I wanted to go out to a local (small but uber trendy) bar/disco. I think because I knew the drinks in that place would be costly and the women in there would never look at me twice (I had no car and I lived in LA!), I said no. We never did go out, and though we talked each time the whole way home, I don't recall him EVER saying he was a musican yadda yadda even once.
So, there 'ya go, that's my Tom Waits story.
*Google informs me that the workshop in now in the
Beyond Baroque building (that looks like it). Scroll down to question # 4. That "since 1968" stuff there is a bit misleading because I remember Beyond Baroque being in a different, much smaller, more commercial store building and being mainly just a bookstore back in my time there, though even then they did sponser formal poetry reading "events".