"... and the owner is a mental midget, with the IQ of a fence post..."

Listening to Tom "I don't live here, I'm just here for the ladies" Waits. Trying to concentrate on something else (like work) with this stuff playing in the background is like being half-asleep, drifting in and out of the dream world, and every now and then I get kinda disoriented and wonder what the hell I just heard. I've got a crazy mix going on right now from Asylum Years, Beautiful Maladies, Blue Valentine, Small Change, Swordfishtrombones, and The Early Years.