When I met Tom House a few years back, it was pre-Bloodshot, and he was a
damned interesting poet who preferred digging ditches and writing poems to
more respectable occupations.  His pal, Kurt Wagner, of Lambchop, is cut
from the same cloth- he's busted his butt for years scraping floors so he
could paint his paintings and play his songs his way.

I seem to remember that Tom's poems have been published - they'd be worth
looking for.

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