The Heart of Saturday Night (1974) is Waits' second album, and the earliest that I now own and what a weird experience it is to hear it for the first time. Lyrically it's all Waits -- the stories are being spun as the songs go by. Every stanza is the backdrop to a murder, every cadence the dissolution of someone's marriage. The music is somewhere between lounge jazz and the blues. But the catch is his voice. It's so... young. It's like seeing Paul Newman in his first films. Is that Paul Newman? Is that Tom Waits? His voice is almost... pretty? You should go buy this for the shear wonder of it.