LOS ANGELES, 1974
IN A TINY BUNGALOW AT THE BACK OF AN OLD house in Silver Lake, Los Angeles, Tom Waits is perched on a corner of a cluttered couch, cigarette in mouth, writing. The room is strewn with newspapers, magazines, full ashtrays, empty bottles, books, stacks of jazz LPs and, everywhere you look, notepads and paper scribbled with poems, potential song titles and overheard conversations. At Asylum Records’ directive, Waits is writing a bio/press release for his second album, The Heart Of Saturday Night.
“Born December 7, 1949, in Pomona, California,” he writes. “I drink heavily on occasion and shoot a decent game of pool. I like smog, traffic, kinky people, noisy neighbours and crowded bars.” His idea of “a good time”, he adds, “is a Tuesday evening at…