Tom Waits is an urban romantic poet whose lyrics echo the oral Beat poetry pioneered by Kerouac, Ginsberg, Ferlinghetti and Corso in the Fifties. Like the Beats, Waits has an ear for the underlying rhythms of American speech and an impressive ability to catalog and juxtapose provocative snatches of cityscape while creating a grandly sentimental vision. Waits has the special ability to redeem cliches — to make such phrases as "lonesome ol' town" and "ol' bloodshot moon" at once sincere and sardonic.
While so many singer/songwriters concern themselves with escape from the city, Waits's songs express passionate love for the seamier side of Los Angeles and its environs. Booze, cigarettes and gasoline fuel his world of neon signs, gas stations, diners, bus depots, barmaids and sailors, all of which merge into an evocation of ecstatic nighttime restlessness.
Waits's excellent first album, Closing Time, conjured this vision less directly than The Heart of Saturday Night, which obsessively searches it out. While Heart doesn't contain any song quite as arresting as "01' 55" on the first album, most of its material surpasses the rest of Closing Time. Waits has a marvelously raspy voice, a jazz singer's phrasing, and plays a fair piano. The material on Heart ranges from spoken jazz-poetry to doleful melodic lyricism. "Diamonds on My Windshield," the one entirely spoken cut, celebrates being on the road. A first-person monolog delivered Oscar Brown-style, "Diamonds" reads like poetry:
Oceanside ends the ride
With San Clemente commin up
And Sunday desperados slip by
And cruise with a dry buck
And the Orange drive-in, neon billing
And the theaters filling to the brim
With Slave Girls, Hot Spur, Bucket Full of Sin
Two other songs — the title cut and "The Ghosts of Saturday Night" — also have very strong lyrics. Musically, the most beautiful moment is "San Diego Serenade," a slow waltz with a lovely string arrangement by Mike Melvoin.
Among today's young, white singer/songwriters, only Bruce Springsteen plays with language so abandonedly, though Waits's cool, jazz-flavored pop is utterly dissimilar to Springsteen's hot rock & roll. In his liner notes, Waits lists among his many influences Kerouac, Randy Newman and Frank Sinatra. One that he omits is Hoagy Carmichael, with his laconically sentimental keyboard style.
Beneath the sophisticated brilliance of his lyrics, Waits reveals a haunting innocence — the sense of a loner circling and recircling the same turf, musing out loud.
by Stephen Holden, December 5, 1974
1. New Coat Of Paint - 3:22
2. San Diego Serenade - 3:29
3. Semi Suite - 3:29
4. Shiver Me Timbers - 4:27
5. Diamonds On My Windshield - 3:14
6. (Looking For) The Heart Of Saturday Night - 3:50
7. Fumblin' With The Blues - 3:03
8. Please Call Me, Baby - 4:25
9. Depot, Depot - 3:44
10.Drunk On The Moon - 5:09
11.The Ghosts Of Saturday Night (After Hours At Napoleone's Pizza House) - 3:18
All songs written by Tom Waits
*Tom Waits - Vocals, Piano, Guitar
*Jim Hughart - Double Bass
*Pete Christlieb - Tenor Saxophone
*Tom Scott - Clarinet
*Jim Gordon - Drums
*Bob Alcivar - Arranger
1973 Tom Waits - Closing Time (2009 japan SHM remaster)