Listening to Tom Waits, something off the Bastards and Brawlers LPs. If I keep listening to this I seem to remember there’s a song coming at some point about it being hard to dance when it’s 10 below freezing; it justifies the whole damn thing. My favourite songs of course are older – Christmas Card from a Hooker in Minneapolis, Jersey Girl. I ain’t got no husband, he don’t play the trombone.
I’m trying to persuade the embryo band in which I play bass to play stuff I like; Whitesnake Kiss Survivor come back the suggestions; unfortunately playing those songs turns out to be quite a pleasure (though I remain convinced that if I could get them to play the Clash version of Police and Thieves the pleasure would be greater for me and possibly even not absent for all). We practiced this lunchtime with our new singer. Who can sing.
Anyway I went and made the mortgage application for the new house this morning, passed these letterboxes on the way back.
