At a time when I wasn't sure that music could get anymore interesting or that songwriting could only be "Dylanesque" in came, Tom Waits. I need him and his music. He is the personification of the Devil in us all but at the same time, an angel of innocence. His gravel filled voice will always remind me of a place out of time, an Avant-Garde world of doom and gloom, and glitter. It is only in a dream and whisper that I will ever be able to see him live. Hey Little Bird Fly Away Home.