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Steve Blum's avatar

I can confirm Mitch’s lifelong obsession with hobos. Growing up he would love it when we would go into NYC just so he could watch the bums (especially if they were a little crazy). If he had his way he would have preferred to stay there and watch all day instead of wherever our parents were dragging us. His favorite activity at our grandparents house was to play with the cardboard boxes in the basement. While I might have thought we were making a fort, Mitch must have been working on his sheltering skills.

I’m actually pretty surprised that he wound up in advertising - you would have thought that he would have gravitated to sociology or cultural anthropology, where he could have studied hobos in their natural habitat (on that note while I’m trying to be funny, neither homelessness or mental illness is actually funny)

I did not inherit whatever recessive gene that led to Mitch’s fascination with hobos - or like of Tom Waits. Despite sharing a house for a significant portion of our lives - I can’t say I ever listened to Tom Wait’s. Perhaps there may be some times where it may have been playing in the background (I’m pretty sure I’ve heard Downtown Train before), he’s not an artist I ever sought out, and Mitch never tried to push him on me.

So I took Rain Dogs out for a spin and have to say I was surprised. Not sure that I would say I liked it, but I definitely didn’t hate it. I found it to be interesting music, especially if your into accordions and kazoos and gruff singing (?!?)

If someone asked me to describe Rain Dogs in one sentence I would say, “It sounds like a soundtrack to a Tim Burton movie about a group of tragic circus freaks”

With that I will leave you with one final thought, the next time you pull up to a red light and a guy with a dirty rag and a spray bottle approaches your windshield - just think of Mitch and how excited he would be in your place to have such a close up encounter!

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Mather Cotter's avatar

Mitch is the hobo, sociologically without hearing the album but knowing Kerouac from the early days to his last ones begging for understanding. It’s important to establish the typology of loners on the road. There are bums, tramps, and hobos. Kerouac was the bum, waites was the tramp, and Mitch is the hobo.

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