The maestro was born on December 7, 1949 in Pomona, California. As near as I can tell things ain't much been the same since. He's saved the lives of a million drunks, losers and beats from just North of the freeway to just East of Saturday Night. His blood runs thin with moonshine and thick with nostalgia. There will never be another Tom Waits...and if there was Ol' Tom would just smile, spit and hand out a whuppin.
To the best of my knowledge... his discography is as follows (in acutely appendacital scatterological transographic order):
He's also appeared in the following films, usually as some variation of that beat-up old dog that somebody fed nails and bullets and you best not fuck with...