I don't even know how I got turned on to Tom Waits. His sound is a sort of gritty grimy grungy version of blues, I love it. It reminds me of Louisiana. It reminds me of those gator infested swamps and chillingly magnificent plantation homes. Imagine a summer day in Louisiana with the sun beaming its unforgiving blistering rays on your skin. Beads of sweat trickle off your forehead and over your eye lashes down to your mouth. A subtle burst of saltiness immediately triggers your thirst. Mmmmmmm. Lemonade.
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