Put my clarinet beneath your bed till I get back in town
We don't exactly have a back yard in this place; we have a peculiar allotment of lumps of grass, weeds, moss, and cement, with a kind of metal arrangement of frames that could have been used for drying laundry but may also represent some past effort at gardening. At the moment the contractors are mostly using it, like the driveway, as a staging area. On the neighbor's side of the chain-link, however, we have a tree that I am looking forward to making the spring acquaintance of. By that time I should have unearthed my camera. My phone does not take terrible pictures, but I feel weird about it.
I have no idea what kind of tree it is at this time of year. It may have had ornamental fruit. It's deciduous. Officially we will have shared rights to the sort-of-yard when the upstairs people move in.
I need to get a better picture of this object which I discovered on the corner of Boston Avenue. The Electro-Matic Traffic Dispatching System of the Automatic Signal Corporation of New Haven, Connecticut appears to date back to 1928. It would be my assumption that it is no longer in operation, except that parts of the MBTA are still chugging along on the 1960's.
I had mentioned the cat tree. Observe Autolycus sincerely in residence.
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lesser_celery introduced me to the album in 2005, but "Gun Street Girl" seems to have emerged as one of my favorite songs by Tom Waits. Now the rain like gravel on an old tin roof—Burlington Northern pulling out of the world. Now a head full of bourbon and a dream in the straw, and a Gun Street girl was the cause of it all, a Gun Street girl was the cause of it all. The train scenes in Murder Is My Beat (1955) put me in mind of it, as well as it is one of the songs that my brain has filed for walking and driving. The way I sing it has drifted from Waits over the years, which is the folk tradition.
I have no idea what kind of tree it is at this time of year. It may have had ornamental fruit. It's deciduous. Officially we will have shared rights to the sort-of-yard when the upstairs people move in.
I need to get a better picture of this object which I discovered on the corner of Boston Avenue. The Electro-Matic Traffic Dispatching System of the Automatic Signal Corporation of New Haven, Connecticut appears to date back to 1928. It would be my assumption that it is no longer in operation, except that parts of the MBTA are still chugging along on the 1960's.
I had mentioned the cat tree. Observe Autolycus sincerely in residence.
It was not the song off Rain Dogs (1985) that made the most immediate impression on me when
lesser_celery introduced me to the album in 2005, but "Gun Street Girl" seems to have emerged as one of my favorite songs by Tom Waits. Now the rain like gravel on an old tin roof—Burlington Northern pulling out of the world. Now a head full of bourbon and a dream in the straw, and a Gun Street girl was the cause of it all, a Gun Street girl was the cause of it all. The train scenes in Murder Is My Beat (1955) put me in mind of it, as well as it is one of the songs that my brain has filed for walking and driving. The way I sing it has drifted from Waits over the years, which is the folk tradition.
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"Gun Street Girl" is great. You've reminded me that, back in the early 1980s, my then boyfriend had a cassette of Swordfishtrombones for about a year before the album came out (because he worked in record distribution). Tom Waits's label Elektra had dropped him, and for awhile it didn't seem like the LP would ever see the light of day. We flipped over Waits's new sound (though Elektra did not) and were delighted when the album eventually came out, followed by Rain Dogs and (probably my favorite) Frank's Wild Years.
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It is his. It is also his sister's. We have rights of observation.
You've reminded me that, back in the early 1980s, my then boyfriend had a cassette of Swordfishtrombones for about a year before the album came out (because he worked in record distribution).
That's so cool!
We flipped over Waits's new sound (though Elektra did not) and were delighted when the album eventually came out, followed by Rain Dogs and (probably my favorite) Frank's Wild Years.
My introduction to Tom Waits was his drunken Muppet mode, because as far as I can tell the first time I ever heard him was "Innocent When You Dream (Barroom Version)" playing over the credits of Wayne Wang's Smoke (1995). Then for some reason he lapsed from my awareness until I was in grad school, at which point I acquired almost his entire discography to date. I have since lost some of it in successive deaths of hard drive, but someday I will unpack my CDs.
"Yesterday Is Here" is another of my favorite songs.