One of a series of 28 illustrations I did for this book project for Bill Roberts' Bottle of Smoke Press.
Tom Jones is a schmaltzy, showbiz, shiny kind of man-thing, but for some reason there's something there that makes me think he could completely lose his mind at any moment and kill, say, a blackjack dealer with his bare hands. That tiny hint of the possibility of extreme danger or chaos is what all the best rockers have, and Tom Jones is a rocker, make no mistake. So go and powder your cute little pussycat nose. Tom will be waiting when you get back.