where you goin' little man?
Yet another Waits wednesday...
This week has been feeling very weird to me thus far, so I thought I'd whip out one of Tom Waits' stranger moments, from 2002's Alice. I have no idea what he's saying, and there are no lyrics provided in the liner notes (though every other song has them). However, this song conjures up an image of Waits as a maniacal factory foreman, his menacing laugh frightening hordes of oompa-loompas or doozers or smurf-like little things as they brew up some nasty evil marshmallow stew, or something bizarre & other-worldly like that. It's strange & fun & great.
What, oh what to go along w/nonesensical Waitsian rantings? How about old-school Connecticut hip-hop? This is my favorite track from the very solid & entertaining Third Unheard compilation [read the Pitchfork review]. For some reason, I can't help but think of that old "Bulletproof Legs" sketch from Late Night w/Conan O'Brien. I know, it's odd - but that's my mood.