| Slate: | What’s been on your playlist? |
| Waits: | Oh uh, you know—Bill Brassiere and the Sleepwalking Assassins. Beaumont Zipperhorn and the Canadian Ankle-fan. … Ginger-Poodle and the Shoehorn Orchestra. |
| Slate: | So the canon, then. |
| Waits: | I.B. Trickle-Shirt and the Belvedere Shine-Holes. My favorite is that new gal. Wears all black, sings real dreary songs: Matinee. Well, she won’t play a matinee! She’s really beautiful, I think her name is Matinee and you can’t get a … [pauses] She has a shaved head and a tattoo of a globe. She stands on a platform that slowly turns and there’s a spotlight on her skull. She sings into a lavalier. And—can’t sing a note! But she’s fascinating to watch. Where were we? Remember, the truth is overrated. |
Wednesday 10/26/2011
12:40am (2 notes)
