Tom Waits

Scoobzeet Sudza Wada growls the ruffled man in brown, meticulously squirmin like a wayward vaudeville clown. Clanks and tinks and thumps and bumps: the junkyard percussion howls, buttressing a lewd portrayal of some far distant town.

These tunes mandate scrupulous attention, else Tom Waits' monologues pass by as habituated road noise's dull roar seeps into the background of our thoughts. His stories immerse the mind as should a verbosely descriptive book, yet tis much easier to swipe eyes cross page than understand what Mr. Waits just spoke. The music and instrumentation, though wonderfully wildly varying, (sometimes ripe with emotion, other instances bare, base and blundering) should not hold focus, for it functions as a mood setting device, adding depth to each account unmatched within the confines of written language. But taken with Tom Waits' specific vocal timber for the piece, each composition holds full propensity to usher sensation bordering audio induced hallucinatory journeys upon the mind's eye.

Shore Leave (Swordfishtrombone)


Small Change (Small Change)


Step Right Up (Small Change)


Pasties And A G-String (Small Change)


Frank's Wild Years (Swordfishtrombone)