AND Tom Waits at the Ryman was just plain wonderful. He opened with a stomping, Come-on-down-Lord rendition of "Make It Rain." Each song seemed to require a different, rhythmic breathing exercise to get his body and voice exactly where it needed to be...just the right level of growl or howl or plaintive death-pleading.
When he got to that bit on "House Where Nobody Lives":
So if you find someone, someone to have, someone to holdThe place erupted in applause, and it was like "Oh Man, Everybody Here Gets It."
Don't trade it for silver, don't trade it for gold
Cos I have all of life's treasures, and they're fine
and they're good
They remind me that houses are just made of wood
What makes a house grand oh it aint the roof or the doors
If there's love in a house, it's a palace for sure
Anyway...Waits. Very much the blessing.
That's us for now....