Our guest today: Tom Waits
I have to admit that it was hard to write this blog. At first I blamed it all on Tom Waits. Then I thought I was tired. Or even depressed. Maybe a bit lazy? After mulling things over, I think it was because this ostrich had her head plucked from the sand by The Fourth Wave. This one is for Tom Waits The thing is that Tom Waits couldn't really join us. Even though he was invited. He said yes. We paid for his ticket. We got ready. We listened to his music over and over again. We flooded instagram with his quotes and his looks and his wisdom. We plastered our pages with his pictures and we admired his offbeat spirit. We bowed to the way he tried to keep his personal life from the media. We remembered his voice on the farm once... The night sky was alive with stars. The silence was loud, and Tom Waits' voice was soft as it rang into the night. Begging himself not to fall in love with a beautiful woman in a bar. But then the world said no. Tom Waits could not fly out to us the