Welcome ,wave and Waits.

Ooooooookay so this is my first post. Welcome, velkum, hola, gunten tag and flibble. 
I think for my first blog I will praise the deity of musical perfection that is Tom (whisky soaked tonsils coated with a lining of cancerous razor blades) Waits.

Admittedly He is an acquired taste, but like Pringles once you pop and bop to Mr Waits you just can't stop. From his downtrodden beat poet/bum image to the savage yet tender love stories of an America that exists on the back of a packet of cheap cigarettes  and abandoned whisky bottles. His music encompasses all the vaudville splendour of carny style honkytonk blues laced with an under shot of fast and loose be bop jazz whilst treading on the toes of Mr Avant and Mizz Garde.Why use traditional instruments when a much better racket can scream out of discarded rubbish and a dischordant megaphone.Please take time to sample at leat 4 of his albums, from his early days as a bar propping troubadour on 'Closing Time' to the Captain beefheart infused skeleton bones rattle of' 'Rain Dogs', the Nine Inch Nails meets gospel cocktail that is' Bone Machine' and finally resting at the feet of his latest and greatest work 'Bad As Me'.