I've been working on a novel for the past couple years inspired by the Tom Waits song, "Hoist That Rag." This song is as close to religion as I get. Strangely, or perhaps fittingly, I don't know the literal meaning of the song. There's a guy named Piggy, something about rat addresses, and of course, as with most religions, there are crying babies involved. What this means for my novel-in-progress is that everything is simply an interpretation. Again, very fitting with religion in general. This past week I had the opportunity to experience this song live (Tulsa OK, USA, at the Brady Theater, 6.25.08). I had been looking forward to this show for months, but it wasn't until I was standing in line at the venue that I began to have reservations about hearing "Hoist That Rag" live. Until the performance my experience of the song had been entirely self-contained.…