I bought Closing Time today - another step down the slippery slope of obsession. I like it, but it's a lot less weird than his later stuff, more melodic and less experimental. It's like he's working in reverse to anyone else; most artists might start off experimental and then drift into bar tunes that your dad would like, but Tom Waits seems to have done things the other way round.
While I was in town, I once again ventured into Superdrug to buy some cherry coke, but this time left in disgust without buying anything. I was waiting in the queue, and when I got to the front I walked over to one of the women behind the checkout, who said in a very angry voice:
"I'm not on right now, GO TO THE TILL OVER THERE!"
So I just dumped my coke and walked out. It was totally passive aggressive and needless to shout at me like that - why was she even standing behind the counter if she wasn't serving anyone? If she wanted to skive, why not hang around in the back of the store, or pretend to stock shelves or whatever?
So no cherry coke for me, which I decided was probably a good thing anyway.
Anyway, I need a pee, so to wrap up here's a video of The Ink Spots singing If I Didn't Care, in a sort of musical, ad hoc, every day situation sort of fashion (which is kind of bizarre. Are they singing to each other?):
Goodbyeeeee!
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