Back in the day, when Hubby was a record promoter for Electra Records, he had to pick up an artist at the SF airport in his 1979 Toyota Celica and drive him from radio station to radio station in San Francisco & Berkeley, CA to promote his album, Heartattack and Vine. Back then, Tom Waits was an up & coming. Hubby had no idea of the talent that sat next to him in the car that day. He can't remember conversations because it was just picking some guy up at the airport and shuffeling him around. What he does remember is the pile of cigarette ashes on the passenger-side floorboard carpet of his new car!
Tom Waits. The gravelly voiced songwriter and singer. He does not have a voice of angels, or of a mainstream sense of what a singing voice should sound like. It's more like raspy, or gritty. His lyrics are amazing and his voice just seems to add to the content of his songs.
Back then, Hubby "had to" go to the Tom Waits concert that night at a venue in Berkeley. Waits was leaning up against a Texaco gas pump on stage, singing numbers off the album. Hubby only stayed 20 minutes, having no idea that he was listening to genious. (He has a lot of stories like that from back in those days. I'm trying to talk him into starting his own blog, full of snippets from encounters with people who became big time stars. That's another story.)
So, being the obsessed people we are, we came in and watched a movie called "Down by Law", that starred Tom Waits, and Roberto Benigni.
Director Jim Jarmusch gets the Criterion treatment! When fate lands three hapless men -- an unemployed disc jockey (Tom Waits), a small-time pimp (John Lurie) and a strong-willed Italian tourist (Roberto Benigni) -- in a New Orleans prison, their adventure toward escape and freedom begins. Jarmusch delivers a twisted comedy filled with fine performances and sharp black-and-white frames from cinematographer Robby Müller.
Needless to say, we really liked it, and were laughing by the end of the movie when they were playing cards.