When we last visited LA, we jumped off the freeway for a little while and took surface streets. As we passed the intersection of Hollywood and Vine, I remembered this little ditty. We listened to it on the way to or from someplace and I remember
Enjoy some vintage Mr. Waits (at the very end of his "drunken balladeer" phase.)
Four of my favorites. One from each persona:
The Early Years
The Drunken Balladeer
The Bone Machine
The Post-Modern Apocalyptic Beatbox
And, a bonus interview with Dave with Tom belting out a real bastard of a tune.