Tom Waits og lífið.

Tilkynning: MASSAblogg um helgina. Verð að fara yfir afmælisvertíðina, í heild sinni. Og það er ekkert lítið mál verð ég að segja: Tom (opin bar út í sveit), James (þrjár afmælisveislur), Alex (ratleikur) og mamma (endurfundi í Edinborg). En á meðan þið bíðið sveitt þá verð ég að deila með ykkur snilldinni sem er Tom Waits. Ef að þið vitið ekki hver hann er, þá er það mikil sorg. Einstakur höfðingi og lagahöfundur. Nöfnin á lögunum hans segjir allt sem segja þarf:

Watch her disappear
Christmas card from a hooker in Minneapolis
God's away on business
Bad liver and a broken heart
Misery is the river of the world
I hope I don't fall in love with you
I'm your late night evening prostitute
Tango 'till they're sore

Ef að þið eruð ekki sannfærð hérna er textinn frá Watch her disappear:

Last night I dreamed that I was dreaming of you
And from a window across the lawn I watched you undress
Wearing your sunset of purple tightly woven around your hair
That rose in strangled ebony curls
Moving in a yellow bedroom light
The air is wet with sound
The faraway yelping of a wounded dog
And the ground is drinking a slow faucet leak
Your house is so soft and fading as it soaks the black summer heat
A light goes on and the door opens
And a yellow cat runs out on the stream of hall light and into the yard
A wooden cherry scent is faintly breathing the air
I hear your champagne laugh
You wear two lavender orchids
One in your hair and one on your hip
A string of yellow carnival lights comes on with the dusk
Circling the lake with a slowly dipping halo
And I hear a banjo tango
And you dance into the shadow of a black poplar tree
And I watched you as you disappeared
I watched you as you disappeared
I watched you as you disappeared
I watched you as you disappeared

Bókin: Nationalism and Ethnicity in a Hindu Kingdom: The Politics of Culture in Contemporary Nepal - Edited by Gellner, PfafföCzarnecka og Whelpton
Lagið: Tom Waits - Martha
Bíómyndin: Happy Hour með Anthony LaPaglia
Maturinn: Haggis inn í kjúklingabringu rúllað upp í beikon
Bíóferðin: Manderlay með Lars von Trier (algjör horror, þvílík hörmung)