PopÂuÂlar music has a rich traÂdiÂtion of litÂerÂary songÂwritÂers, including—to name but a few—Leonard Cohen, Bob Dylan, PatÂti Smith, Kate Bush, and even Alan ParÂsons, who released not one, but two conÂcept albums based on the work of Edgar Allan Poe. And then there’s the inimÂitable Tom Waits, who doesÂn’t just work in a litÂerÂary vein, but is a sucÂcesÂsion of pulpy charÂacÂters, each one with the abilÂiÂty to light up a stage. Waits proved as much in 1988 when he toured his album Big Time, as alter-ego Frank O’Brien, a charÂacÂter he described as “a comÂbiÂnaÂtion of Will Rogers and Mark Twain, playÂing accordion—but withÂout the wisÂdom they posÂsessed.” The Big Time tour, writes DanÂgerÂous Minds, was “like enterÂing a sideshow tent in Tom Wait’s brain.”
In a review of the conÂcert film of the same name, also released that year, the New York Times described Waits as a “gang of overÂlapÂping perÂsonas, a bunch of derelict philosoÂpher-kings who rasp out romanÂtic metaphors between wiseÂcracks,” inhabÂitÂing “a seedy urban world of pawnÂshops and tatÂtoos, of cigÂaÂrette butts and polyÂester and triple‑X movies.” It’s hard to know, lisÂtenÂing to Waits in the interÂview above from the year of Big Time the album, tour, and film, how many of his perÂsonÂae emerge from the woodÂshed and how many spring from grizÂzled voicÂes in that sideshow brain, which must sound like a cacophÂoÂny of old-time waltzes and scurÂrilous ragÂtimes; boozy big-band numÂbers carousÂing in louche cabarets; pianos drunkÂenÂly falling down stairs. Waits can tell stoÂries beauÂtiÂful and terÂriÂble, in talkÂing blues, broÂken balÂlads, and sprechgeÂsang, rivalÂing the best comÂpoÂsiÂtions of the Delta, the beats, and sailors and hoboes.
Or he can tell stories—as he does above—about moles, buildÂing under StoneÂhenge “the most elabÂoÂrate sysÂtem of mole catÂaÂcombs,” being rewardÂed for “havÂing the courage to tunÂnel under great rivers,” stagÂing exeÂcuÂtions. Then he shifts the scene to New York, and a MerÂcedes pulls up in a pudÂdle of blood. “I think you just write,” says Waits, “and you don’t try to make sense of it. You just put it down the way you got it.” Waits gets it in vivid, surÂreÂalÂist images, one bizarre and sorÂdid detail after anothÂer. To hear him speak is to hear him comÂpose. You can read the tranÂscript of the short interÂview, recordÂed in LonÂdon by Chris Roberts, but the effect of Waits-the-perÂformer is entireÂly lost. BetÂter to hear his cracked inflecÂtion, his driÂest of comÂic timÂing, and watch the excelÂlent aniÂmaÂtion of PBS’s Blank on Blank team, who have preÂviÂousÂly brought us amusÂing carÂtoon accomÂpaÂniÂments for interÂviews with B.B. King, Ray Charles, the BeastÂie Boys, and even Fidel CasÂtro. Tom Waits, I think, has givÂen them their best mateÂrÂiÂal yet.
RelatÂed ConÂtent:
Tom Waits, PlayÂing the Down-and-Out Barfly, Appears in ClasÂsic 1978 TV PerÂforÂmance
Tom Waits Reads Two Charles BukowsÂki Poems, “The LaughÂing Heart” and “NirÂvana”
Watch Tom Waits’ ClasÂsic AppearÂance on AusÂtralian TV, 1979
Josh Jones is a writer and musiÂcian based in Durham, NC. FolÂlow him at @jdmagness

