In the beginning there was the Word.
And it was spoken over a cool jazz backing.
If you get through Tom Wait's brilliant spoken word, a song awaits, introduced thus:
"Y'know... this is kinda a torch song, it was written primarily for the piano and fire extinguisher... [sings] Warm beer, cold women, no I just don't fit in ..."
"It's like pissing in the wind... you got step back or you'll get it all over your slacks... I never drink when I drive, I might might spill something on my sports short..." — Mr Tom Waits.