A funny thing happened to me last week.
I was sitting around at home working on some things and listening to a little Tom Waits, as I often do, when he sang something that made me pause.
Now, Tom sings a lot of strange things, but this was different.
Do you remember when I made my Watermelon Rose Jelly that I said it sounded like both a bath gel and a stripper?
Well, watch this (I recommend putting your kids and prudish aunt out of earshot).
The part you’re lookin’ for is at 1:13 if you don’t want to watch the whole thing, which I won’t pretend to understand.
Now, I want you to realized that this was the first Tom Waits song I ever heard. I thought it was the strangest, most wonderful thing I had ever heard and I have a vivid memory of the scene:
I was 15 and it was raining after a rehearsal at school. I was planning on walking home, when Lindsay Buccina offered me a ride home. I was a sophmore and she was a senior. And I had a crush on her.
Naturally, I said yes.
We walked to her powder blue late ’80s Chevy sedan and got inside. She offered me a cigarette and put on this song.
I said, “Who is this?”
She said, “You don’t know Tom Waits? You should really listen to Tom Waits. You’d like him a lot.”
I wasn’t about to dissappoint, so I ran out the next day and bought two albums and the rest is history.
It never went anywhere with Lindsay, but I got hooked on Tom Waits that night and even got a tasty jelly recipe out of it as well.
Apparently that name has been kicking around in my head for all this time.
So, friends, my advice to you is to never turn down a ride home in the rain from a cute girl.
Who knows where it could lead?