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The Heart Of Saturday Night |  | Artist: Tom Waits
Label: Warner
Category: Music
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Rating:  13 reviews
Sales Rank: 1576
Media: Audio CD
Discs: 1
Shipping Weight (lbs): 0.2
Dimensions (in): 5.6 x 5 x 0.5
MPN: 1015
UPC: 075596059725
EAN: 0075596059725
ASIN: B000002GXS
Release Date: October 1, 1999
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| Tracks:
| • | New coat of paint | | • | San Diego serenade | | • | Semi suite | | • | ,Shiver me timbers | | • | Diamonds on my windshield | | • | Looking for the heart of Saturday night | | • | Fumblin' with the blues | | • | Please call me baby | | • | Depot depot | | • | Drunk on the moon | | • | Ghosts of Saturday night |
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Amazon.co.uk Review
The Eagles might have covered his song "Ol' 55" but Tom Waits was cut from a different cloth than California's other singer-songwriters--he suggested a scruffy beat poet who'd walked out of a forgotten scene of Jack Kerouac's iOn the Road/i. Waits's beatnik schtick could get old and he developed into a much more musically adventurous songwriter in later years, but his second album contains some of his best early work, including the sweet romantic blues of "New Coat of Paint" ("You wear a dress baby, I'll wear a tie"), and his best hipster recitation, "Diamonds on My Windshield". Two songs are enduring classics: the doleful, dirge-like "San Diego Serenade" ("Never saw the morning till I stayed up all night") and the touchingly sweet "(Looking for) The Heart of Saturday Night" ("Stoppin' on the red, goin' on the green, 'cause tonight'll be like nothin' that you've ever seen"). i--John Milward /i
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Me again February 14, 2003
JA Polonsky
22 out of 22 found this review helpful
Late night, mid February 2003. brWhile peering through the pages of Amazon, I have come across an old review of mine, written in a drunken haze, 3 years ago. I just thought I'd add a couple of thoughts, this time, somewhat more soberly.brSince '99, when, i have to admit, I feared, though did not admit, that the old master may be losing his touch, things have changed. I listened to the excellent Mule Variations, but with the idea that it was the death knoll of a great artist- a parthian shot from the dark, before a timely disappearance to obscurity.pAnd then came 2002.pBlood Money and Alice are as wonderful as any of his creations, taking his depictions of the carnival to fresh depths of 'beatitude'(in Kerouac's sense of the word), painting, vividly evoking, in red and black, the seedy underbelly of a 'gone world'. They are tremendous albums, and have been rightly placed on many 'best of 2002' lists. If anyone gets the chance- go and see his collaboration with Robert Wilson- Woyzeck. It is a wonderful visual drug, an assault on the senses. And it gives Blood Money real vitality and resonance.pWhy have i written this on a review of one of his earliest albums? To demonstrate that, even after 3 years of regular listening, which is usually enough to kill someones love for an artist, he remains a true companion, who has indirectly introduced me to a fantastic world of beat- Bukowski, Algren, Kerouac, Fante, Bryars, Jarmusch, Jack Black, etcpps. It's a great albumppps. Dont buy Cath Carolls book on him- it's the second worst read in the world, after The Celestine Prophecy
Many lost Saturday Nights... July 24, 2003
17 out of 18 found this review helpful
This album is sublime. The whole. The sum of it's parts. Every single note, line and chord. From the optimism of the drunken romantic 'New Coat of Paint', to the beautiful 'San Diego Serenade' with it's 'I never knew I loved you, til I cursed you in vain' - genius.pIf you are looking for that elusive, ahem, 'hip' romantic album this is the one. The first time I heard this album will stay with me for ever. But it manages to feel as good on the two hundredth listen. pBuy it now, and let a little Waitsian poetry into your life. After all, 'fishing for a good time starts with throwing in your line'.
Ol' Waits. Living Legend. February 1, 2002
23 out of 26 found this review helpful
Tom Waits is a man who I truly respect. Having just 'got in' to him a couple of years ago each album I buy is, normally, a pleasant surprise. I adore 'Heartattack and Vine', enjoy 'Foreign Affairs' and think 'Swordfishtrombones' is a shining example of a songwriter stretching himself as far as he can go.pThere is no better album than this one though. One of the first I bought and still my favourite. Waits mixes jazz, blues and a lil' bit of country folk to produce one of the finest collections of songs I've ever had the pleasure of listening to.p'New Coat of Paint' kicks it off with aplomb, letting the chilled groove take over. As the album progresses I find myself continually amazed at the orchestration, lyrics, melody and ,yes, even Mr Waits voice. Those more aware of his later work will be shocked that he sounds so crystal clear rather than gravelly and wrecked.pPersonal favourites for me are the obviously bluesy 'Fumblin' With The Blues', the sublime title track as well as its reprise in the 'Ghosts of Saturday Night'. Perhaps the most perfect of all the tunes for me though is the beautifully sweeping 'Please Call Me Baby'. Never has there been a better tune concerning a relationship falling apart.pDo yourselves a favour and buy this album as soon as possible.
Unbelievably Good September 1, 2007
Cuban Heel (Liverpool)
4 out of 4 found this review helpful
This album is a real find. Absolutely fantastic. It's pretty much in a class and genre of its own - probably not revisited until Nick Cave's 'Boatman's Call' in the 90s. Lyrically it's kind of somewhere between Bob Dylan and Springsteen, filtered through the literary influences of Jack Kerouac and Charles Bukowski. Probably the best way to describe it is with some kind of scenario. Imagine you're out in New York late at night, drunk as you've ever been, and you stumble into an underground jazz cafe at 2am. Through the haze of cigarette smoke you can just about see this dishevelled guy sitting at a piano who is playing surprisingly intricate and moving music while singing in a rasping blues voice about love and loss in the back alleys of America. That pretty much sums it up.
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br /'New Coat of Paint' sounds like Dylan covering a Nina Simone track. 'Looking for the Heart of Saturday Night' is a bit more mainstream - maybe Jackson Browne if he was ever feeling a bit suicidal. 'Please Call me Baby' is just beautiful. And my favourite, surprisingly, is 'Diamonds on my Windshield' which is more performance poetry than a song, but is so original it's difficult not to love it. "There's fifteen feet of snow in the East and it's colder than a well-digger's ass". When was the last time you heard a line THAT good on a cd?
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br /Without being too pretentious, let's be honest about life for a minute. Most of us aren't supermodels, most of us don't feel happy and fantastic all the time, most of us can't sing like angels. And yet we all find happiness and beauty in the world on a pretty regular basis. This album is the sound of someone who is probably even less of a supermodel than you or I, who is less happy and more screwed up than we are, who sings like a drunk who's just woken up in a dumpster, and yet he finds beauty and poignancy all around him. There's something pretty life affirming about that. I haven't listened to this album once without being moved like I've never been moved before.
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br /I know Waits went on to create some pretty innovative, and pretty out-there music after this. But this is as honest and heart-rending as it gets. If you want something to listen to over a glass of whisky or a bottle of wine late at night, seriously, you should look no further than this. It doesn't get any better.
INCREDIBLE November 22, 1999
8 out of 10 found this review helpful
Where do I start with regards to this man, this genius. HOSN is a beautiful, heart-wrenching album that gets better every time you hear it. From the opening track, New Coat of Paint, through the beautiful Shiver Me Timbers, past the classic title track, and the talking jazz sound of Diamonds on my windshield, on to the evocative and jazzy (when isn't he) Fumblin' with the blues, and through to the Ghosts of Sat. Night, this album is an alltime classic. I'm not one of those people who get obsessed by one musician, then another, ad nauseam, and I don't think that Tom Waits is faultless. However, I have ultimate respect for Tom, not just for having an incredible talent, both musically and lyrically, but for making the kind of music he wants to make- a kind of music few people bother with these days. My respect always, Tom, keep up the good work.
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