Música do último álbum do senhor, Bad As Me, deixo tb uma entrevista que deu e alguns excertos para quem não tem tempo de ler, o que fazem mal, pq acho que se aprende sempre qq coisa a ouvir este senhor falar..
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Partes que me apetece chamar a atenção:
He gives the impression of being in a state both of constant startled awareness, and vague puzzlement at the world. Some of this has to do with his hair, which seems to have led a long and interesting life of its own.
"Anyone who has ever played a piano," Waits likes to say, "would really like to hear how it sounds when dropped from a 12th-floor window." His music satisfies that curiosity.
"Jimmy Stewart said he stopped making movies because he didn't like the way he looked on screen anymore. I'm more the guy who says I look like hell but I'm going to see where it gets me."
When he was 10 or 11, his father – a Spanish teacher who used to drive his son from suburban Los Angeles over the Mexican border for haircuts and to listen to mariachi bands – walked out and didn't come back. Waits became, he told one interviewer, immediately fixated with dads. He would go around to his friends' houses not to see them but so he could hang out with their old man. At 12, he carried his grandfather's walking stick and wore a trilby (the hats have never gone away) and he would clear his throat and ask his friends' fathers stuff like: "So how long you been at Aetna, Bob?"
"I think everyone has irreconcilable musical differences," he says. "You know when you throw a party, you think people will show up and no one will like each other. It's like that with music – parts of your musical psyche have never met other parts. You wonder if you should get them together. I used to think it was good to keep them apart. Now I kind of throw them in and see what happens."
He takes comfort, too, in the fact that the future is not uniformly distributed. "If I want to walk out in the desert and heat up a can of beans on a fire, I still can. In those movies like Gattaca or whatever, the space age stuff is always all there is. But in the world there is never just one way of living. It's more like a big junkyard. Put it this way: I'm not afraid I'm going to end up on a space station in aluminium-foil underwear."
Music itself is the closest he gets to time travel. He gestures toward the jukebox: "The studio is torn down, all the people who played on it are dead, the instruments have been sold off. But you are listening to a moment that happened in time 60 years ago and you are hearing it just as sharp as when it was made. That remains an amazing thing to me."
Photographs have the same ghostly quality for him. He pulls out a little camera to prove the point. "You used to be able to see the pictures of America's 10 most wanted men in the post office, but they stopped that. I keep them on here, instead." He flips the pictures of fugitive murderers and terrorists. "Just in case, you know."