Before I had to run to catch the bus for work this morning, I wild-eyedly put the latest tracks of Tom on my trusty telephone. Fall has come to the sorry parts of Oslo now. The mountains of concrete and the tall trees that carry onto their leaves like sailors to their dreams, leave great frozen shadows of frost on the ground beneath them. Like imprints of history, they will disappear when the touch of sun can reach them. For now, though, they are cold as bodies.
By the time I got to Tøyen Tom Waits’ hymn from the 80’s existentialist album, Bone Machine, a title explained in its songs – DIRT IN THE GROUND was filling up my soul like embalming fluid. Even more than a year later, just thinking about that concert brings a tear to my eyes. Good times.
I snapped this photo before rounding the corner to my work. Living like refugees, this last month has been hard. But we’re getting there. The pieces are coming together, but just so painfully slow. This weekend however we’re having a joint session with me friends to tear down the kitchen. The new one won’t be ready until mid November, but there are enough for us to do until then. SO HEAVE AWAY BOYS!