A street-smart scuffler busts out of the back alleys
Tom Waits was growling. In a few hours he would be on a campus stage singing his songs and spieling his narrative jazz poetry to an audience of college kids. It was a trip he had made before. "I'd rather play a club with vomit all around me," he rasped, "than a clean little college with sassy little girls and guys with razor-cut hair and coke spoons around their necks."
Now on tour to promote Foreign Affairs, his fifth album, Waits is playing in fewer of the seedy nightclubs that have long been...
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