Sunday, March 15, 2009

The Perfect Sunday Morning Soundtrack

Woke up early this morning, and put on some old, old Tom Waits stuff. As the rain rolls down the windows out of these grey skies, I sit back with my coffee and put on Rain Dogs, my favorite Tom Waits record of all time, and the memories come flooding back. I remember long nights sitting up with my good friend Thad, talking and laughing as the sun comes up over the dilapitated skyline of Old Town Saginaw. I can recall the way you rub your bloodshot eyes after staying up all night, throat sore from talking, face tired from laughing and crying (depending on the conversation), standing on a street corner leaning against the streetsign, as the bums ramble through the garbage cans. Driving home half asleep, sun pouring all over everything, warm and alien on my arm hanging out the window, as I glide down hushed backstreets. I haven't thought about this in a long time, but it's perfect here in South Carolina on a cold rainy Sunday morning, thinking of the rusted, glorious Saginaw morning streets. I'll put on another Tom Waits record, and pour another coffee, and wish Thad was here to see the morning light, drifting in through closed windows.