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2002-05-16

I watched Letterman yesterday for the first time in what feel like eons. And this only because Ola called and told me to, he never said why but I figured that out eventually. Tom Waits was there — you see, we’re one week behind the US schedule. His performance won’t win him much new fans, as it was kind of bland and awkward and just not the right setting. Waits is suppose to play in smoke filled small clubs where one sits and nurse a whisky during the entire show.

As a guest after his performance, however, is a completely different matter. The man is a genius. “They recognise you... at the dumpsite!” but obviously not in the music store.

-- Normally one releases a double album these days, but you chose to release them as two normal albums instead. Why?
-- Well, if it works out I’d like to take credit for it. But if it don’t... if it don’t I find someone else to blame.