Waits, you fucking genius.

I downloaded the last of the Tom Waits albums tonight.. the ones I didn't already own. Gravely, heartbreaking, bizarre, vivid and brilliant. He's got to be the most underappreciated artist of the century. Beatnik purists may disagree, but fuck 'em. Particularity haunting are the albums, Mule Variations & Raindogs..

Normally I'd spend Friday night semi conscious with friends.. Good conversation, well.. Mediocre conversation but but good company. Tonight I'm going to crawl into my pajamas, pour a brandy and drift into a Waits induced dream. Maybe be inspired to compose a little. If anything I'll slip a bit further into my dark, pretty sadness. If I could crawl into bed with someone's voice...