Succumbing to Tom Waits

I've never been a big drinker, but I feel like a drunk. I don't know what it is, but vagrancy has always seemed a few short steps away, and tales of collapse have always resonated with me. I guess in the cafe vagrants were a few short steps away, and plenty of friends have collapsed.
I like Brecht and Woyzeck, and so it comes as a pleasant surprise that I have only just discovered Tom Waits.
I knew he existed. I knew I would like it. I just never got round to it.
And perhaps my musical tastes had to change a little. To allow a banjo.
Tom is beautiful and grotesque. Beautifully grotesque. Vomit out your pores with warmth.
If you've never tried it, why not start with "Lost at the bottom of the world"