it's been a while, such a while... almost three months... it seems ages... well, I'm certainly a few years older since then, consumed to say the least, a feeling similar to Waits' sand paper vocal cords, rusty, painfully deep and haunting.
A lot has changed, but nothing was planned and, ultimately, the real change won't happen this time either.
The last post had Tom Waits in; it's only fair to start again (!) with Tom Waits. This song is part of the soundtrack of Basquiat, a decent movie - not completely original and daring though (it has actually a scene identical to Pollock, with the artist painting the canvas on the floor and walking all over it).
The soundtrack is good though, actually very good. Tom Traubert's Blues accompanies Basquiat in a nightwalk the day he's told Andy Warhol is dead; it also features bits of "A Walzing Matilda", the most popular (I've been just told) Aussie folk song, that features the Swagman, the foot traveller looking for work and going from farm to farm.
Well, I'm not going anywhere with this, but it's use(less)ful information; a bit like those British quiz programs...
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