Terrible Maladies Telling Me Beautiful Things

Watching some music videos the other day, old concerts, some we’d seen and others we hadn’t, and it was going well. It was good. Until I put on ol’ Tom Waits. And almost as soon as he crooned I fell out of tune with it all.

I love Tom Waits. But I barely listen to him these days, and now I know why.

There he was, all fraud-boho, all fake-hipster, brave th…