Late night. Tom Waits on the Late Show. First he sings the most piercing music in the world, some unbelieavable sad story as always, over cello, guitar and vibraphone. Then, sitting with Dave, he is just hilarious, in the way you see he expects nothing from that and would be just as happy drinking somewhere. Mumbles something, looks around, answer questions tottally unconcerned. An amazing state of being desireless, as in the buddhist theory, minus the crap. Beautiful. Living as art.