seeing tom waits is like floating in a giant pool of carny.and when you try to climb out of it, there’s nothing to grab on to but perfect words and tinsel and tinklings of sounds which slip through your fingers and turn into a pile of bullhorns and accordions. and you’ve had goosebumps for 2 and a 1/2 hours straight and you wonder if your body can handle your mind being blown to smithereens, for real this time. and then you get a little uncomfortable because you realize you’re walking around in someone else’s imagination and you want to touch everything, so you try a little harder to mind your manners. and then as you’re settling into it, the paint starts to peel and curl and there’s another whole layer of some other crazybeautiful scene. and the next thing you know, it’s a spazzy kinetic sculpture whirling around and flying through the striped air, with a rooster tail of firebells and sparks. and it crashes and there are shadows of rain and magic but you’ve landed softly and he is there to pick you up, dust you off, tell you that the moon smells like fireworks, that neil armstrong told him so, and you are certain that this must be true.
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Walking around in other people's imaginations is something that you have always been gifted at doing. You see things in there that we can't (and then generously tell us what's there). Hhmm, Let's call it FONDAVISION.
I wish I had written this...it's so beautiful.
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