Is it a crooner, is it a beatnik, is it someone hiding from the rain in a dustbin? If you’ve found yourself torn between which of these three to pick, there’s some likelihood that you’re listening to a Tom Waits song.
I have long been a devotee of Waits. Ever since I first picked his seminal Rain Dogs album from my father’s CD collection and found myself transported in a haze of shanties and clanking percussion to Singapore, a downtown train, and the inside of a broken clock, I’ve never quite found my way back. He is one of those artists who makes it onto almost every playlist I make.
