So we're chatting last night toward the end of the B-Sides Concept Album show, and as host Josh Hathaway's mysterious and erudite cohort 11 is about sign off, I receive an Internet update: Bruce Springsteen has just played "Rosalita" out in Rochester, NY. To the casual or non-fan this is really no big deal. I haven't heard that song live in a long time and am super-jealous of those lucky people in New York. As Josh is fond of saying, "Piece of dammit!" (Don't worry Josh, the royalty check is in the mail).
By around 11:30 or so, I was of two minds on this Friday morning thing: some screed or other about "Rosie," missed opportunities, jealousy, and the like or an inverted guilty pleasures essay — some chat room yakking got me to talking about how I've never liked Bruce's Tunnel of Love record all that much (OK… at all). My heart really wasn't into that. Maybe some other week when I'm in a snotty mood. Besides, somebody dropped another musical bomb in the chatroom: Tom Waits is going to tour this summer. Yow!
A little research confirms that Waits is going out on another of his "torture most of the fans" mini-tours of a handful of dates in the south and midwest. I suppose I should admire this. I mean, I consider myself something of a cranky, reclusive bastard and Waits…well, if we actually held them, he would chair the CrankyReclusiveBastard meetings. But man, that one show I saw in Boston many years back? It was the only concert I've been to that could rival a Springsteen show for it purely magical qualities.
So what now Tom? Do you want me to fly to Nashville? You know I don't fly, and that's a loooong drive in either the Jeep or the Mini-Cooper.
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