Thanksgiving Weekend Beats: Ol’ 55

We hope that wherever you’re spending the holiday, the weather is crisp but not frigid; the afternoon’s sky is interesting; the drinks are abundant (pro tip: try not to have more than 15); the cuisine is fatty and starchy and meat-oriented; the sticky pre- and postprandial greens are smoking; the NFL games are on, because you rarely get to see the Raiders play their special brand of boring, hapless football on national TV; the family is hale and hearty; the traffic stays tolerable; your jeans remain unstained by gravy. And whether or not you face a Sunday comedown, enjoy this Tom Waits joint, which, like the Donald Justice poem we posted earlier, comes from sweet 1973.


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