For anybody jealous of the P2 SXSW types, this was the event of the event,
and I didn't hear about any of us getting in for it. Step up and testify if
you did...

>Tom Waits Previews New
>                 Album In Rare Show
>
>                 Troubadour's concert was hottest ticket at South by
>                 Southwest. 
>
>                 Senior Writer Gil Kaufman reports: 
>
>                 AUSTIN, Texas -- "Where you been, Tom?" a woman yelled
>                 near the end of Tom Waits' two-hour show at the Paramount
>                 Theater in the early morning hours Sunday.
>
>                 The grizzled singer tilted his head and croaked, "I been in
>                 traffic school. I had a lot of tickets. It adds up,
believe me."
>
>                 Waits then joked about getting a degree in parallel
parking and got back to work, bowing his
>                 head down by his knees and smacking his hands together to
count off one of his newer tunes,
>                 "Hold On."
>
>                 Every year the South by Southwest Music Conference, an
annual confab of music business
>                 professionals and young bands, produces a bona-fide
must-see show. Last year, it was a rare
>                 club gig by guitar terrorists Sonic Youth; this year,
troubadour Waits upped the ante with one
>                 of his only live performances of this decade. 
>
>                              Dressed in a dark denim jacket and pants, a
white undershirt and crumpled
>                              brown fedora, the raspy-voiced singer was
his quintessential, nonchalant self
>                              during the show, during which he dipped into
his catalog of gut-bucket blues
>                              and Tin Pin Alley-like ballads and previewed
three songs from his upcoming
>                              Epitaph Records debut, Mule Variations (due
April 27).
>
>                              Hundreds of fans, some of whom you might
have heard of, lined up outside
>                              the ornate old theater on Congress Avenue as
early as 4:30 a.m. Saturday
>                              hoping to score one of South by Southwest's
hottest tickets.
>
>                              At the front of the line was 28-year-old
Shane Carbonneau, of Austin, who
>                              said he had to literally beg, borrow and lie
to get in. "I had to borrow my
>                              friend's [festival] badge, sneak into the
convention center and tell a really
>                 elaborate story to get this ticket," Carbonneau said.
>
>                 Waiting behind Carbonneau on the cold concrete was Mark
Linkous, frontman of the
>                 experimental Virginia rock band Sparklehorse. "I'm a huge
fan of Tom," Linkous said. "I'm
>                 really looking forward to this."
>
>                 Linkous did, it should be noted, have more than the usual
fan interest in the show. He said he
>                 was anxious to meet up with Waits later, hoping to
determine that the troubadour had
>                 completed recording his part for a song on Sparklehorse's
next album.
>
>                 Waits took the stage just after midnight, waltzing to the
microphone as if he'd always been
>                 there. He kicked his left leg like a mule and gripped the
microphone stand with both hands as
>                 if trying to choke it.
>
>                 Accompanied by a four-piece band that included Beck
guitarist Smokey Hormel, Waits
>                 charmed the rapt audience with such chestnuts as the
clattering "16 Shells From a
>                 Thirty-Ought Six" (RealAudio excerpt) (from 1983's
Swordfishtrombones) and the tender
>                 ballad "(Looking for) The Heart of Saturday Night" (from
1974's The Heart of Saturday Night).
>
>                 Although the show was packed with such whoop-inducing
Waits staples as "Downtown
>                 Train," "Temptation" and "Heart Attack and Vine," the
centerpiece of the show was the new
>                 "Filipino Box Spring Hog," a foot-stomping number from
Mule Variations.
>
>                 Waits started the song by squeezing out a ragged, a
cappella howl; Hormel slowly weaved his
>                 way in with a subtle wah-wah guitar accompaniment. On
Waits' order, drummer Stephen
>                 Hodges leapt into the mix with a booming, hip-hop-like
backbeat, giving the ragged number
>                 the feel of a gritty front-porch blues jam.
>
>                 Grinding out his vocals in his trademark throaty bellow,
Waits did his best James Brown
>                 imitation near song's end, suddenly pointing to random
band members to give them the
>                 spotlight. The instant crowd favorite ended with Waits
telescoping a spectral, far-away voice
>                 through his cupped hands.
>
>                 Almost as entertaining as the songs were Waits'
between-song meanderings and asides.
>
>                 He bided his time between numbers, tinkling the ivories
of his center-stage grand piano while
>                 he told impromptu stories about his hobby of breaking in
other people's shoes; of a band he'd
>                 heard the night before playing on the back of a flat-bed
truck; and the use of leeches in
>                 medicine. 
>
>                 "The scar they leave is the same as the logo of a
Mercedes Benz," Waits cracked. "And they
>                 say there's no truth in advertising."
>
>                 Waits touched on smoky jazz, window-rattling falsetto
singing ("Temptation"), gospel-like
>                 blues ("Jesus Gonna Be Here") and piano-bar balladry
("Innocent When You Dream"), and
>                 commanded three standing ovations from the normally blase
SXSW horde, which included
>                 also such peers as singer/songwriters Lucinda Williams
and Austin's Alejandro Escovedo.
>
>                 "I'm just beside myself," said Giant Sand/Calexico member
Joey Burns.

"The truth ain't always what we need, sometimes we need to hear a beautiful
lie." -Bill Lloyd

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