That’s Tom Waits in the green room preparing to go onstage at the Austin Opry House in 1977. I call this one “Accessing the Muse.” He didn’t really talk much. He was like he was onstage, quirky, but to himself. He didn’t seem to relate to anybody. A little moody. But I didn’t go out of my way to meet him. This was a private, intimate moment.
The spirit of rock ‘n’ roll was this clandestine, sort of forbidden attitude. Now, it’s corporate. Also, I can’t walk around and be free to do things. In New York clubs, it’s casual. In Austin, people are looking to see people, so I’m like a target. I’d really have to wear a dark wig to fool these guys. I would need to get a fake beard.