I’m sure I’ve mentioned a couple of times that I’m a huge fan of Tom Waits. I suspect my love of his music stems from his consummate skill at storytelling. I love all kinds of music, but the songs that really get me, grip me by the heart and squeeze, are the ones where the words and the melody create a pocket moment in time, a space you enter when you listen to the song. As much as I adore a great deal of his back catalogue, his second album (for 1974 was the age of wheels of plastic vinyl) Heart of Saturday Night is especially dear to me. It…