Big Black Mariah, Tom Waits, Rain Dogs, 1985
Like absinthe and horseradish, Tom Waits is an acquired taste. For many years, his harking-up-a-hairball singing style sent me running for the door. Like horseradish, once the shock wore off, I began to crave more. Maybe this particular song is not the best example to make you love Tom Waits, but you can start the way I started; wondering what anybody could ever see in this oddity, and then waking up one day loving it.