Champagne for my real friends, real pain for my sham friends

In celebration of Tom Waits’ birthday today, here is a good song, and a good interview:

How does one become the marimba player for Tom Waits, I wonder? What a sweet gig.

On a side note, I’m sad that our friends no longer live in Sebastopol, where we could go visit them and every time I would pay a little bit closer attention to my surroundings in hopes of seeing the elusive T. Waits. Alas, no luck.

Ok, one more song before I go, maybe my favorite marimba song. hbd, Tom!

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