I enjoy a good magic trick, a bit of slight of hand. I enjoy an entertainer, as in someone who understands the art of entertainment—a changeling, a shapeshifter, a master of ceremonies. While there are fewer and fewer artists tapping into the primordial, the supernatural, we thankfully still have the self-made myth that is Tom Waits.
Captured in 1987 during the the tour for Frank’s Wild Years, you could do much worse than spend a night nipping on your favorite bottle of whatever and this tourfilm. For those of you who haven’t seen it, it’s readily available via various online video services. Waits’ version of “Clap Hands” (above) in particular is a highlight—adding a new dimension only hinted at on Rain Dogs. Supernatural, indeed.