I just heard back from Mark C., 1st place winner of the Tom Waits writing contest. So with out further ado, here is the winning entry.
Notes from the author:
An imagined Prairie Home Companion interview with Tom Waits is purely an act of fiction from the blazingly brilliant mind of Mark _____ and it’s sole purpose is to win this essay contest…
This is an original work of fiction. There are no (to the best of my knowledge) direct quotes from Mr. Waits or Mr. Kiellor, nor do I think this interview should ever take place.
No kittens, mountain lions, blue tick hounds, Busters Poindexter or Bob Dylan (who is probably the poor man’s Woody Guthrie) were harmed during the production of this work.
Winning Entry:
Garrison Kiellor: We’re back here at the Prairie Home Companion…Our special guest, who needs no introduction, is an actor and renowned musician…he has been described as the poor man’s Bob Dylan, won’t you please welcome raconteur extraordinaire…Mister Tom Waits..
(applause)
Tom Waits: Well Thank you for the overtly verbasic intro Garrison…uh…poor man’s Bob Dylan?
GK: I’d read it on a blog somewhere…I..
TW: You know a few years ago I was in a film by Jim Jarmusch called Down By Law…and he said he cast me for the part of Lee Baby Simms because I looked like I had a good face for radio…
GK: Huh…Well I understand you’re getting ready for a tour of sorts…I…uh…oh…good face for radio…got you…I forgot to add provocateur extraordinaire in the intro.
TW: Tis better kill a mockingbird than mock a killing bird if you uh, catch my drift.
GK: Well sure…yeah…So…any new projects? Music or pictures?
TW: Well…I’ve been working on a few new things, mainly a sequel to the John Lurie film Fishing With John.
GK: I’m not sure I’m familiar with it.
TW: John Lurie put together a faux documentary of sorts where he went fishing around the world with several people..uh…Dennis Hopper, who is the poor man’s Marlon Brando…myself, Matt Dillon, Jim Jarmusch and Willem Dafoe who is the rich man’s Mickey Rourke…
GK: Gotcha…So you’re going to do a fishing picture.
TW: Uhhh no Garrison, actually it’s going to be a welding picture. I love to weld things and I look great in the mask so… I figured why not.
GK: Sure…why not…
TW: Gonna call it Welding With Tom.
GK: Catchy…
TW: Yep
(Extended silence)
GK: Hmm
TW: See, I’m gonna start out in Bahrain welding a barbeque out of a 55 gallon drum with Michael J Fox, who is the poor man’s….
GK: Gotcha…ok I apologize.
TW: Hehuhhehe…anyway…then I repair a front end loader with Louie Anderson in Lincoln, Nebraska and on to New York City where me and Harvey Keitel …and I’m not sure who’s poor man he is by the way…and uh..we tack weld a schwinn to the side of David Johansen’s 76 Caddy.
GK: Huh…sounds uh fascinating.
TW: Yeah…I mean I’m…uh…real excited about it.
GK: Well sure…
TW: Yep..
(extended silence)
GK: So…what does Tom Waits do to unwind?
TW: I’m right here Garrison. You can ask me.
GK: Do you have any hobbies?
TW: Hobbies? No. I like to refer to them as alternative career strategies.
GK: ok
TW: I like to invent things.
GK: Great…
TW: Right now I’m working on de-tuning this blue tick hound…
GK: How do you de-tune…or maybe why?…
TW: Well we got this cute little kitten for our kids and where we live in California, there’s these mountain lions, and I uh… never thought it would happen, but…you know I’d hearda dog eat dog but this was ridiculous.
GK: A mountain lion ate your kitten?
TW: No…a mountain lion ate my kids’ kitten… but that’s neither here nor there…anyway, I get to reading up on mountain lions and I come to find out that they have this aversion to dogs that bark two octaves below F minor…It scares ‘em.You see the Germans experimented with sound during World War II. They wanted to strike fear into the subconscious of the enemy by using sound waves, but all they ever accomplished was getting their..uh test subjects to shit themselves.
GK: So you bought the kids a blue tick hound to replace the little kitty?
TW: No I bought ME a blue tick hound to scare the bejesus out of the big kitty.
GK: Ok…
TW: The only problem is that most dogs bark in a key that’s only one octave below F minor, so I devised a contraption to de-tune him.
GK: Does it hurt?
TW: To shit yourself?
GK: NO..I
TW: I mean, it may bruise the ego in a fashion, but I assure you it’s only temporary. Besides, I was only using the German’s experiment in an illustrative capacity.
GK: Oh…
TW: I don’t think a dog barking could actually make you shit yourself.
GK: Hmm
TW: Unless of course, you were really, really afraid of him.
GK: So the experiment is going well?
TW: Or he snuck up on you…then it’s possible naturally…
GK: Naturally…sure…So your plan seems to be working then?
TW: Yeah..it’s going in the right direction. I’m going to patent it so I can’t tell you exactly how it works, but it involves a proprietary blend parsley juice and linseed oil. Lots of time…
GK: Well good luck with it.
TW: No luck involved my friend…no luck at all.
GK: Tom Waits ladies and gentleman…
The End