Tom Waits is a master of irony. Just when we thought we understood his bone-clattering, tooth-gnashing, growling songs of woe, he hits us with “Another Man’s Vine.” The ballad—off the 2002 record Blood Money—is a heartfelt and affecting piece, infused with sorrow and a peculiarly Waits-esque resigned jealousy. And what’s more ironic than a dirge on the last day of sunny July?
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