"I can feel the heat closing in, feel them out there making their moves, setting up their devil doll stool pigeons, crooning over my spoon and dropper I throw away at Washington Square Station, vault a turnstile and two flights down the iron stairs, catch an uptown A train .
I remember having an argument with a friend about which was more "authentic," Asylum-era Waits or the Island years and beyond. I think we agreed to disagree. While I like the earlier stuff a lot, albums like Rain Dogs, Frank's Wild Years, Mule Variations, and Bone Machine just hit me where I live - a direct shot to the psyche and heart, with no "persona" in between. Funny that the stuff previous to the Weill-influenced material seems to have more Brechtian distance to this listener...
I remember having an argument with a friend about which was more "authentic," Asylum-era Waits or the Island years and beyond. I think we agreed to disagree. While I like the earlier stuff a lot, albums like Rain Dogs, Frank's Wild Years, Mule Variations, and Bone Machine just hit me where I live - a direct shot to the psyche and heart, with no "persona" in between. Funny that the stuff previous to the Weill-influenced material seems to have more Brechtian distance to this listener...