Tori Amos: Not David Bowie
I love "Songs of Faith and Devotion". This is an excellent fucking cover.
For my Leonard Cohen loving Muse
I'm posting this for the only girl who makes smile, my muse.
+ Tori.Famous Blue Raincoat.live.2007
This album is up there with Achtung Baby as one of my favorites. This song should have been (and was supposed to be) in it:
UNREPENTANT GERALDINES by Tori Amos comes out in the Spring. I have high hopes its a return to form. *fingers crossed*. I don't even have to write about the U2 album b/c you KNOW that's THE ONE I'm really looking forwards to.
+ Tori Amos on 'The Light Princess' musical @ BBC Radio 2
+ Tori Amos LE poisson rouge new york 2012 full show
“A change of environment is the traditional fallacy upon which doomed loves, and lungs, rely.”
Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita
“Well, let us grope and hope.”
“In reading, one should notice and fondle details.”
Vladimir Nabokov, Lectures on Literature
“I don’t want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness, I want sin.”
Aldus Huxley, A Brave New World
Text: Ralph Waldo Emerson, Photo:wearethefiasco
Someone was missing from that list....
"The fuel is about claiming, owning, possessing. The fuel is possession, and possession is what possesses you in the first place. The fuel is escaping to a world where nobody knows about the true art of it. Nobody but you."
+ Tori Amos: Famous Blue Raincoat (Live) - Another one for my funeral playlist. I still recall the first time I heard it on a bootleg (Titled Under The Covers) that was copied one cassette at a time via the Tori mailing list's hey days in 1994. I recall it b/c the tape had Tori singing "American Pie" the night Kurt Cobain died. It also had the first time she did a bunch of other covers like "Boys in the Trees" and "Wrapped Around Your Finger"
Thank God for modernity, who needs to find old cassettes when there's YouTube.
her mind cut in sheets
layers deep now unravelling
just keep your eyes on her.
Is this desire, enough
I had opted to be quiet. I had nothing nice to say. why be hurtful? Imagine how I felt when you spewed all the venom I held back right at me . If your goal was to constantly frustrate me, you win. I can't fucking find you. I've come to learn that you know how to torture me like the best of them.
“And then black night. The blackness was sublime.
I felt distributed through space and time:
One foot upon a mountaintop, one hand
Under the pebbles of a panting strand,
One ear in Italy, one eye in Spain,
In caves, my blood, and in the stars, my brain.”
Canto Two, Pale Fire by Vladimir Nabokov/ reluctantly subject to your disposal...
That's one kick ass re-imagining of "CRUEL". I didn't see her in Austin so once again I missed getting "Butterfly" live.