Let this tapestry of brilliant and super intricately crafted lyrics, and ecstatic tunes take you to the top of the Eiffel Tower where youll find yourself gettin stoned for all your achievements and sorrows. The sound of thousand violins shakes ones guts from the very openin of this masterpiece. Tom Traubert Blues is an ode to that odd melancholy feelin that unlikely relationships leave after you imagine all that was and probably will never be. That waltzing Mathilda is a vision of a muse and a mug of the finest beer. Go and get what you can from Waits bargain at Step Right Up! Hypnotic acid dazes your brain but keeps you eager to keep plunging into this albums plot. This was the record that introduced Waits brand new vocal style, at that time, as a mastered emulation of Louis Armstrong and Howlin Wolfs voices, which became his unique signature mark from then on. A voice that reminds us of sandpaper soaked with the seediest whiskey you could ever find then drowned with fine wine and a pinch of that angelical black man jazzy and soulful touch. This not all about roamin away all along our fantasies and delusions of drunken dreamers that failed to understand how naive people who believe in the existence of their unique and true love just are; its more about self-parody. Small changes arent what were supposed to need. Small changes are those fluctuations the universe use to keep livin things that dwell in the meso and microcosms distracted from the real events that took place from the realitys ever existence to its probable collapse. This has to do a lot with these songs. ... and no ones gone over to close his eyes And theres a racing form in his pocket, Circled Blue Boots in the third And the cashier at the clothing store didnt say a word As the siren tears the night in half, and someone lost his wallet Well, a surveillance of assailance, it thats what you want to call it And the whores hike up their skirts and fish for drug-store prophylactics With their mouths cut just like razor blades and their eyes are like stilettos And her radiators steaming and her teeth are in a wreck, and nah, She wont let you kiss her, but what the hell do you expect? And the Gypsies are tragic and if you want to buy perfume, Well, theyll bark you down like carneys, sell you Christmas cards in June, but But Small Change got rained on with his own thirty-eight A scene that portrays how whimsical human nature is without any doubt. We came out from nothing and we certainly aint goin anywhere. Drink to me, drink to my health. Listen the whole album, dream away, and tell me whats on your mind when the tenor saxophone grinds your ears to dust that youll inhale, then will become the needed contrast Waits implemented into his music along with that ‘snap snap’ and the hypnotizing bass. An evening with Waits, a destroyed liver, and an ever mending but almost disintegrated heart... PS: The stereo has been drinkin. Not me... https://youtube/watch?v=sNC2iLh9ERA
Posted on: Mon, 08 Sep 2014 19:49:12 +0000
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