Tom Waits

Tom Waits

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My Gravelly Voice

There's no one really in show business in my family but there were two relatives who had an effect on me very young and shaped me in some way. They were Uncle Vernon and Uncle Robert. I always hated the sound of my voice when I was a kid. I always wanted to sound more like my Uncle Vernon, who had a raspy, gravelly voice. Everything Uncle Vernon said sounded important, and you always got it the first time because you wouldn't dare ask him to repeat it.Eventually, I learned that Uncle Vernon had had a throat operation as a kid and the doctors had left behind a small pair of scissors and gauze when they closed him up. Years later at Christmas dinner, Uncle Vernon started to choke while trying to dislodge an errant string bean, and he coughed up the gauze and the scissors. That's how Uncle Vernon got his voice, and that's how I got mine

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Monday, September 22, 2008

Harbor Lights - Elvis Presley (1954)

I'm sure the Keeper of the Graveyard would appreciate this

1 comment:

Jennifur106 said...

Hi there,

I'm Southside Johnny's publicist (Southside is the legendary soul rocker who helped shape the Jersey Shore sound with his signature blues, soul and rock n roll band, The Absury Jukes).

Southside Johnny and the LaBamba Big Band recently released an album of Tom Waits covers, with Waits himself singing on the song "Walk Away." They're doing a performance (sans Tom Waits unfortunately) at the Nokia Theater in New York City on Friday, October 24th. I was wondering if it would be possible to help get the word out to Waits' fans via your blog since Waits FULLY supports this album and is friends with Southside?

Let me know -

Thank you!

"On Sundays, we'd always visit Uncle Robert, who was the organist at a methodist church in La Verne, California. Uncle Robert had a pipe organ in his house that went right through the roof. When he would play he would smear all the notes together like hot melted crayons and the whole house would shake.I remember his house was a complete mess; his clothes were everywhere, his bed was never made. "Now this is show business," I thought to myself. I asked my mom why I couldn't keep my room like Uncle Robert's, and she said, "Tom, your Uncle Robert is blind."
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