Song

Tom Waits, "Step Right Up..." For one thing, it's not rural, the curve in the railway trestle, with houses behind. Bending forward just so--the anti-hero--a kind of inwardness, even with the snatch of white t-shirt showing--wirey hair, sideburns, furrowed brow. The effort here--one foot turned in, knees almost touching--he holds the microphone (on a railway trestle?) with one hand, fingers relaxed, delicate even. It's only later that you wonder what he's singing--it could be almost anything, but with a road, the distance, that impossible gravel voice...