When listening to Tom Waits’s stately ballad, “Coney Island Baby,” one pictures an ancient Italian grandfather, standing on a windswept boardwalk, boasting about his granddaughter to anyone who will listen. “When I am with her,” he rattles, “I’m the richest man in the town.” A mournful violin and trumpet provide a lonely reply, a modest counterpoint to this beautiful June day.
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