I found out tonight that Neil Gaiman is her kid’s godfather. That is… neat, really.
I found out tonight that Neil Gaiman is her kid’s godfather. That is… neat, really.
Silent All These Years, Tori Amos
I’d say that it was that kind of evening, except that I’m damned if I know what a Tori Amos evening is actually like.
It’s a Tori Amos Christmas CD that came out last year: didn’t know that this existed.
Idiosyncratic – yeah, I know: redundant observation, that.
This is the live version:
(Shrug) It’s Tori Amos. You get it, or you don’t.
I could comment on the Kanye West / Taylor Swift thing, except that my only real contribution is to repeat the Robin Williams quote that cocaine is God’s way of telling you that you’re making too much f*cking money.
So: Tori Amos owning Curt Cobain.
Smells Like Teen Spirit, Tori Amos
My crowd all went nuts for Tori Amos in college, as I recall. Actually, I’m not sure how many of us stopped. In fact, I don’t think that I’ve stopped.
Silent All These Years, Tori Amos
My only problem with this song is that I associate it with having a cigarette. I used to make it a point to not listen to it unless I was able to light up on the spot. I can’t for the life of me remember why, though.
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