Reporting from Petaluma, Calif. Over the course of three hours of conversation at a roadside diner here called Pete's Henny Penny, Tom Waits, the singer, songwriter, pianist, arranger, actor and note taker, will offer the following similes and metaphors, seemingly at random though just as likely cataloged in his memory for future use: an aging musician as a Popsicle in the sun on a bus bench in Florida"; the process of creation as like making Chinese foodit's very exotic and it takes a lot of time"; the Henny Penny as privately owned, like I am"; and a woman losing her wedding ring near a lake, biting into it later when eating fish, and how such magical irony may or may not have something to do with the way Waits and his longtime collaborator-wife, Kathleen Brennan, create songs.
Waits, 61, had walked into the diner just off Highway 101 around lunchtime last week wearing blue jeans and a jean jacket and carrying a black leather bag the size of a briefcase fastened shut with buckles and packed with whatever it was that I'll always regret not asking about. (Notebooks? Change of clothes? Horse manure?)
He sat down in a booth, dropped a few pocket-sized notebooks on the tablemessages and reminders regarding his new album, Bad as Me"and ordered a cup of decaf. He lives somewhere around here in Sonoma County with his wifehis three children are all in their 20s nowand will swing by the diner from time to time when he's washing the dishes," his term for the requisite media rounds that accompany the release of new music after the feast that is creating it.
The singer with the lowdown Howlin' Wolf yowl, which is richer and more elastic than ever on Bad as Me," still has a mound of dark brown hair, same style, though thinner, that he's worn since his first album in 1973. The Whittier native but longtime Northern Californian swung by the 24-hour restaurant to talk about studio album No. 20 (give or take), being released Monday on Los Angeles-based Anti- Records, his first new studio album in seven years, and one of the best of his wildly fruitful creative life.
Waits, of course, has his own take on the new work. The born raconteur, whose way with words has created such American classics as Downtown Train," Jersey Girl," I Don't Wanna Grow Up" and the perfect midperiod classics Swordfishtrombones," Rain Dogs" and Frank's Wild Years," takes a sip of coffee, opens one of his notebooks and reads some of his scribbled words on Bad as Me."
If I was listening to this, and I didn't know me," he says by way of introduction, the notes that I would make"his voice takes on a tone of authority"He's a soul man in chain mail on a burnt rocking horse. Brutal lurching. Strange train set. Come on, put your stumps together. Clear water from a dirty glass. Studly vibrato. Songs of broken trust. The riddle of death in the face of war."
Process of creation
After settling in by addressing the futuristic insect-sized drones that he says the government has developed and the aviaries" that house them, Waits edges closer to a discussion about making Bad as Me." He much prefers talking around the process of creation to talking about the finished work, as if to poke at it too much would disturb the humming hornet's nest that generated it.
The record, however, swirls with adventure and includes the instant classic ballad Back in the Crowd," the stomping march Hell Broke Luce" and the transcendent closer New Year's Eve," a quiet yarn of a waltz.